The world is just a joke
promising what it isn't while you grow
The wicked winds of humanity
will mess you around and leave you
to become the dust
And when you get there
at the end of it all
in the midst of the nothing
in the dark static rushing void
a hollow joke will be sent out
and echo in everyone's mind
all will be sent back to their false promise
and realise something new
and you see them
Where have you been?