Comfort Epershand Control

The rungs of this ladder are broken

We're stuck in a pit to forget the escape is the way out

But what's one to do when the only thing comforting leads

To an eternal sleep underground

Everyone has their addictions everybody's weak

And everyone someday will die

If everything's random we're so insignificant

And none of this matters then why even try

We're all just costumed illusions of self

We sift through the filth to discover our wealth

But riches are not always silver and gold

Just somebody to love and a clean bill of health

Is what this life is all about and I know

That its easy to get caught up in trivial shit

But when the roof is cavin' in just remember

That none of this matters in death

So take your hands off of the wheel

And let the chips fall where they may

Time is short and death is sure so

Just be grateful for today

A life time of whiskey a couple of years

A life of mistakes for a couple of beers

We're marionettes and the puppeteers clutchin'

So fucking hard trying to paint on a smile

That they think looks right but their rights our wrong

The nights are too short and the days are too long

When they want you to color inside of the lines

But the picture looks better with scribbles outside

Of the lessons we've learned when the bridges are burnt

And the power goes out the control that you've earned means nothing

We're all gonna die, we're runnin' out of time

So what I do is none of your concern