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Sanctuary of Irony


July 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!


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