Isn't it funny?

Isn't it funny?

We take the beautiful and destroy it,

We yearn to be beautiful,

The star on the silver screen.

Oh, to be seen but never heard.

We think, isn't it what it truly is?

Isn't it funny?

We take human nature and divide it,

We sell our talents in a market,

And we die under a curse.

Oh, to be useful but never insignificant.

We think, isn't it what it truly is?

To be seen across the yard for our beauty,

To be dug deep into our bodies,

To uncover the treasures we buried,

And shine with all the gold on our wrists,

But never in our hearts.

It beats, never to eternity,

And yet, isn't it funny how we believe

Any of it holds any gravity,

Forgetting the rat race to its end,

Just as our planet rushes to its death,

Only for you to wonder if it is also for sale.