Fake laughter

Fake laughter

Fake laughter



Yeah, it's funny isn't it



I'm a dark storm cloud that's floatin' over top of suburbia

I''ll bust, if you act all determined

I'm waterin' my garden with some black bottle bourban

So open up and listen to my rag water sermon



The universe is mine, a few disturbing times

My quija board told me I should go back to bed

So I could sleep some more

I didn't disagree the world is too gruesome

I'm far too beautiful to care about the revoltion

So get you're fire out my face and don't follow me, dipshit

Your whole entire existance is so opportunistic

I give a damn about the damage to the body from botox

Who cares get the fuck off your soapbox

I got a fresh pair of nike shoes

And I like 'em so much

I wanna thank the sweatshops in china too

Yeah man, it sucks the world is a war

But what the fuck you preachin' in my face about it for

I think that it's a cunning motif

How you be floodin the streets with propoganda

All about how there's no justice or peace

But one thing you never mention

Is how you do it all for your own damn attention

Come on man, you wanna be an activist be a real activist





Tell me goodbye since you cannot rely

On sympathy from me cause my tear ducts are dry

Look in my head for the sadness you seek

But you won't find a piece that will make you complete



I'm sick of trendy ass political rappers

Got me scribbling chapters I deliver for the cynical laughter

Nowadays every godd damn little disaster

Needs a dedication song about it doesnt it (yeah, YES!)

Yeah man, fight the power fuck the government

That's a great message but I smell your lies under it

Yeah I see you acting all conscious gettin passionate in rap songs

But truth be told you take tradegies and latch on

Hopin' it'll garter you new fans

Every other day you probably prayin' when you walk to the newstand

That someone had a meltdown and bottom or two

Blew a head gasket flipped shit and shot up a school

And not two hours later there's a song up on your website

All about the tragedy and how you haven't slept right

And all sorts of other cliches and dry phrases

You're dancing on corpses hoping to get famous

... go ahead and cash in your anti-war songs sucks





Tell me goodbye since you cannot rely

On sympathy from me cause my tear ducts are dry

Look in my head for the sadness you seek

But you won't find a piece that will make you complete



How can I eat such a harmless animal

It's easy first I kill it then I throw it on the grill

You think I got time to give a fuck about disorder

When the doctor got me overmedicated on these pills

Call me a labrat, call me apathetic

Call me anything you want, call me everything you will

Just let me have one single day to myself

So I can fantasize that the chaos is not real

And...





Tell me goodbye since you cannot rely

On sympathy from me cause my tear ducts are dry

Look in my head for the sadness you seek

But you won't find a piece that will make you complete