You're an image pale that points at laughs
White mist, seared on a fiery bath
Now dive me down and take me home
But I'm not afraid to go
Now dive me down and take me home But I'm not afraid to go
To shake the roots of the tree Your conscience,
eyes that are empty
Your soul,
degraded, for a thousand
nights
You've lost your way
Eventually,
the
jokes aren't real
Nothing's ever fun and nothing's funny
Let self-belief too big to fall Let shadows stand just inches tall
I hope to God you never die Your jokes aren't real
To shake the roots of the tree Your conscience,
eyes that are empty
Your soul, degraded,
for a thousand nights
You've lost your way
Eventually,
the jokes aren't real
Nothing's ever fun and
nothing's funny
The jokes aren't free and nothing's ever fun and nothing's funny