We are the accumulation of our dreams
life is never what it seems
all the more when we kick and scream

We are the false claim glowing victory
limping into mystery
through the ashes of our chosen one's

Failure succeeding a neglected throne
blown sky high in broken bone
surely we are all alone

Based on a baseless base back-dated checks
pre-emptive laws, pro-rated sex
we deserve what we expect

The fun we have is the fun that we deserve
there is nothing left to serve
and living takes a lot of nerve

The drinks are blue and calling for you
The whore's off work and falling for you

There's a mouth at the end of every river made of trash
hungry for more with no use for cash
still convinced you're quite the catch

We are riding out of town on a thorn covered rail
strapped to a train tie on the back of a whale

We drown in dreams plunged a hundred more miles deep
the golden sun will finally feast
on your broken heart's last broken beat

You can kick and scream but you will not so much as stir
a single flock of hungry birds
you are here but have you heard

Will you choose the choice made for the chosen one
or be the fool who will become
the punchline of the golden sun's

Joke on the sky Joke on the Joke on the Sky