[Verse 1] No script for the opening act. No brief, just a chaotic fact. You scramble for a lead role. Trying to fill up a hollow bowl. You bump into faces in the dim light. Fumbling through the middle of the night. [Chorus] Death is the punchline, you cant skip it. It’s the one-way ticket, you gotta flip it. Everything is Fynite, everything is brief. Stop looking for the comfort, stop holding the grief. The show ends cold, the screen goes dark. You’re just a fading spark. [Verse 2] You build a career like a fortress of glass. Watching the hours and the minutes pass. Talk about legacy, talk about the score. Like the universe is waiting at the door. It’s a bad comedy, a cosmic mistake. You’re nothing but a nervous, sweaty fake. [Chorus] Death is the punchline, you cant skip it. It’s the one-way ticket, you gotta flip it. Everything is Fynite, everything is brief. Stop looking for the comfort, stop holding the grief. The show ends cold, the screen goes dark. You’re just a fading spark. [Bridge] The illusions are Obsoleet. The system is built on a retreat. You want a VIP lounge? You want a heaven with a crown? It’s a lie to make the fall feel sweet. SO STAY ON YOUR FEET! [Chorus] Death is the punchline, you cant skip it. It’s the one-way ticket, you gotta flip it. Everything is Fynite, everything is brief. Stop looking for the comfort, stop holding the grief. The show ends cold, the screen goes dark. You’re just a fading spark. [Outro] Live the middle. Forget the riddle. Live the middle. That’s your time. ©2026 Trevor Swistchew and The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
