Cutting-edge words…
An attractive group…
A number I’ll never call…
Relative sufficiency…
Nothing but things I don’t want,
Just keep building up –
Wondering if she’s really satisfied,
That girl disappeared somewhere.

And that just goes to show,
The cards I want are in someone else’s hand…
Just struggle as best you can,
Until the cards you’ve been dealt,
Are all used up!

The Joker’ll never come,
So don’t depend on- don’t rely on,
Such an equal misfortune!
Splash your face with some muddy water to wake yourself up!
Don’t be so content –
In this lowest possible utopia,
There’s no measurable end…
So plan your escape!

Seeking to take a snooze,
Officials fill their seats –
General admission tickets,
Earnestly thrust upon them.
Having far too few flaws,
That lucky girl boils hot –
They miss the chance to ask her,
“Did you manage to cheat somehow?”

More than you even expect,
Humans are prone to forgetfulness.
So we’ve gotta remind those predators,
Of the unyielding reality of death!

The Joker’ll never come,
So don’t speak of- don’t hang on to,
A non-existent “possibility”.
You’ll just end up pouring salt on your wounds!
Don’t be so content –
Collecting mere scraps of the profit,
There’s no measurable end…
So plan your escape!

When it comes down to it,
Everyone has a polluted heart beating loud.
Smiling… smiling… plotting in the background,
And thinking, “I can’t let it end like this!”

The Joker’ll never come,
So don’t flinch- don’t cling to,
The fate surrounding you.
Do you want to end up as someone else’s nourishment?!
Don’t be so content –
In this lowest possible utopia,
There’s no measurable end…
So plan your escape!