Nois - Killing Joke

Every waking day
Put on your best face
Take away
All we know is hearsay
Have a little faith
Hold yourself hostage for mistakes you haven't made
Comedy, through contingent means has a special role to play
So to speak, the delivery is a tragic deed
And it spits in your face
I am the dirt I dug out of the hole in the earth, and it's all for me
I am the nails of this bed where I restlessly lay
I am the voice of the walls that screams out at me for all my faults
I am the undoing of everything that I ever wanted to be
How sickening, the distance between us and what used to be
Power breeds with grateful deceit
If you don't know what to live for
Then how can you be afraid
To die
Every waking day, I stare in the mirror & all I see is a piece of shit
I glance outside to a familiar sight, it's funny how we're all the same
We wear the face that suits us best, like pain on display that leaves out the rest
I've seen the scars of aging, chasing answers to questions that don't exist
All as one, in a shallow grave, who would ever ask for this
All as one, we revere the pain, who the fuck would ask for this
Comedy in tragedy
The punchline
Is the last breath

Written by:
Justin Furtado

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