Isn't it funny, a funny thing, no?
For what you've invited to tear you apart
For what you've not noticed, right under your nose
To starve for attention and then become feral?
And isn't it funny, for roots to take hold
For trees with disease to be ripped from the ground
Isn't it fucking fabulous, in fact
That birds should fly without space to land
That ships should sail with no destination
Then captains should wonder how they got lost

Isn't it karma then, you would think
For someone to carelessly sow what they bring
But wonder then why, in fact, nothing will grow
How could you not see, you've been on barren ground
If you'd have looked up.
If you'd have faced front.
If you'd taken the time, you'd have seen what was there.
You never noticed the incoming storm.
You never noticed the flood at your door.
A rising tide of foresight built a boat
Well then, those convictions were never that strong
I've got hours at the helm and I'm so fucking tired
Your convictions were worthless to me
But I tried.
While you stepped off the rocks
You never look where you're going
Dumb cunt
I hope you fucking drown.