In on Your Joke

It's your story,
And I'm just the antithesis
To your American dream,
And I sit in this fuckin' nightmare.

Watching you,
Biding time
And spreading lies,
And I'm wondering why you're even here at all.

It's your salvation
That leaves me in this eternal hell,
To a complacent life of shit
That leaves me choking on the smell of

Ruined lives,
And wasted minds
And good ideas
That leave people shot down in the street,
Children cold with nothing to eat,
The homeless with their shoeless feet,
While fat cats and their wealthy hags
Pass people living out of bags.

Shit, can someone give me hope?

Your goal in life
Is to live until you die,
My goal in death
Is to escape this pathetic human sky 'cause

Where the air is poison,
And the raindrops burn,
And sex is death.
Well it's hard for me to see what's left,
When generals are struck down from the sky,
And politicians are victims of their lies,
When all the cops are locked in jail
And all the priests have gone to hell,
When lawyers rot in growing heaps,
And our world leaders are buried deep well

That's the day,
That's the day I'll find my home.