Lyrics
Every waking day
Each day upon waking
Put on your best face
Present the best version of yourself
Take away
Remove
All we know is hearsay
All our knowledge is based on rumors or unreliable information
Have a little faith
Maintain some belief or trust
Hold yourself hostage for mistakes you haven't made
Blame yourself for errors or faults that are not yet committed
Comedy, through contingent means has a special role to play
Humor, through unpredictable ways, serves a significant purpose
So to speak, the delivery is a tragic deed
The way something is expressed or communicated is a sorrowful action
And it spits in your face
It mocks or disregards you directly
I am the dirt I dug out of the hole in the earth, and it's all for me
I am the undesirable elements I've excavated, and I prioritize my own interests
I am the nails of this bed where I restlessly lay
I symbolize the discomfort or unease in this restless place
I am the voice of the walls that screams out at me for all my faults
I embody the inner critical voice that condemns me for my flaws
I am the undoing of everything that I ever wanted to be
I am responsible for destroying everything I aspired to become
How sickening, the distance between us and what used to be
The overwhelming disgust for the gap between our current state and what was once cherished
Power breeds with grateful deceit
Authority multiplies deceit that is accepted with gratitude
If you don't know what to live for
If one lacks purpose, how can they fear death?
Then how can you be afraid
Questioning the fear of death when lacking direction
To die
The act of dying
Every waking day, I stare in the mirror & all I see is a piece of shit
Every day, self-perception in the mirror is disdainful
I glance outside to a familiar sight, it's funny how we're all the same
Observing the commonality among people despite differences
We wear the face that suits us best, like pain on display that leaves out the rest
We present a facade that reflects our pain but hides other aspects
I've seen the scars of aging, chasing answers to questions that don't exist
Witnessing the marks of time while seeking answers to unanswerable inquiries
All as one, in a shallow grave, who would ever ask for this
Collectively together in an undesired or superficial existence, questioning its desirability
All as one, we revere the pain, who the fuck would ask for this
United in revering suffering, questioning who would desire this state
Comedy in tragedy
Humor found within tragic circumstances
The punchline
The conclusion or final element of the joke
Is the last breath
The ultimate culmination or ending
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