Comfort epershand Control

the rungs of this ladder are broken
 we're stuck in a pit
 to forget the escape is the way out
 but what's one to do when the only thing comforting leads to an eternal sleep underground
 everyone has their addictions everybody's weak and everyone someday will die
 if everything's random we're so insignificant and none of this matters then why even try
 were all just costumed illusions of self
 we sift through the filth to discover our wealth
 but riches are not always silver and gold
 just somebody to love and a clean bill of health
 is what this life is all about
 and i know that its easy to get caught up in trivial shit
 but when it feels like the roof is cavin' in just remember that none of this matters in death
 so take your hands off of the wheel and let the chips fall where they may
 time is short and death is sure so just be grateful for today
 a life time of whiskey a couple of years
 a life of mistakes for a couple of beers
 were marionettes and the puppeteers clutchin' so fucking hard
 trying to paint on a smile
 that they think looks right but their rights our wrong
 the nights are too short and the days are too long
 when they want you to color inside of the lines
 but the picture looks better with scribbles outside
 of the lessons we've learned
 when the bridges are burnt
 and the power goes out the control that you've earned
 means nothing
 we're all gonna die
 we're runnin' out of time
 so what i do is none of your concern. just...