Sanctuary of IronyJuly 15, 2002 Isn't it ironic That many wander far To find eternal happiness That they left by the door? And even more ironic When people come to find They're running from the problems That live in their own mind I found it most ironic They shut her in a cage Where loneliness and atrophe Kills what they meant to save I think that I'm neurotic I know I'm paranoid It doesn't really matter We're drifting in a void... We are born to die (DIE) Never meant to know (WHY) You deny yourself (NOW) It's in our nature.... Cities rise and fall (BURN) Breaking down the wall (WHY) We can never know (NOW) We weren't meant to go Now isn't it ironic That life is just a toy And words can break and words can mend Can hurt, can heal, destroy And isn't it ironic That people theink they're good But they buy shoes and the buy clothes Finished with children's blood And even more ironic They want terror to end So they make much more terror And there it just begins The world is so confusing Inverted as it is Where good is bad and bad is good Who knows what this world is? WHY DO WE HURT OURSELVES? WHY DO WE CONCEAL OURSELVES? WHY DO WE REVEAL OURSELVES? BECAUSE WE LIVE AND BREATHE! Back |