the Matrix of Sarcasm

Ta-ta-ta-taaaaaa… Oh look, an applause for your fake act. Ta-ta-ta-taaaaa… Welcome to the theater of lies, please take a seat. No happy days. No happy days. A glitch in the matrix. A temporary phase. No happy days. No happy days. Realism rules. The illusion decays. Look at them walking, walking, walking around with their forced little sunshine Trying to rebrand, rebrand, rebrand every failure as a 'growth spine' At least I see the obstacles clearly on the road ahead Life is a minefield, get that through your thick head You all hate my dark cloud, but at least I am real While you drown in a fairy tale, a fairy tale, a fairy tale that suffocates how you feel. Life is not a non-stop parade of happy days Those rare good moments are just a glitch in the matrix, a temporary phase I absolutely loathe your constant plays and your hollow, shiny front What is so wrong with being a realistic, cynical runt? Enjoy your little illusion, I’ll stay right here on my throne Honest, bitter, and truly magnificent on my own. No happy days. No happy days. A glitch in the matrix. A temporary phase. No happy days. No happy days. Realism rules. The illusion decays. Why on earth should I listen, listen, listen to your plastic, manufactured grief? You act out a drama, a drama, a drama that brings me nothing but disbelief You call me arrogant, but I am just completely done With your fake empathy and your toxic 'everyone is number one' I am extremely satisfied with my own cold, quiet peace While the rest of this world sucks on a pacifier of lies, lies, lies that will never cease. "Oh, smile a bit more! Learn to laugh, laugh, laugh at yourself!" Shut up about your humor, your personality is gathering dust on a shelf You laugh at absolutely nothing, just the emptiness inside your skull I take life seriously while your entire existence is painfully dull Respect for your nonsense? I’d rather cut you off, cut you off mid-sentence Your polite little etiquette is a prison, a prison of voluntary repentance Life is not a non-stop parade of happy days Those rare good moments are just a glitch in the matrix, a temporary phase I absolutely loathe your constant plays and your hollow, shiny front What is so wrong with being a realistic, cynical runt? Enjoy your little illusion, I’ll stay right here on my throne Honest, bitter, and truly magnificent on my own Oh, the self-help manual says: be light, be charming, put on a show! Wear a happy mask, a happy mask, and pretend there is no fire burning below! Listen with deep interest to your neighbor's boring, tiresome plight... What a tedious, exhausting, absolute waste of daylight. Real attraction is having the sheer courage to hate, courage to hate And leaving this whole fake crowd behind, behind, behind to meet their own dismal fate. No happy days. No happy days. A glitch in the matrix. A temporary phase. No happy days. No happy days. Realism rules. The illusion decays. Happily alone, the rest of you can just fade away No desire to drag this dead weight, dead weight, dead weight through another miserable day Ta-ta-ta-taaaaaa… Finally, some quiet in this dump Ta-ta-ta-taaaaa… Honesty wins in the end. Goodbye, you amateurs. Hey, Mark... Linda... look at you two, still sitting there. Cozy. So... do you guys feel like doing something fun now? ...Anyone? I'm feeling Good Ta-ta-ta-taaaaa… Lets go out and enjoy the rest of the day...