Life's a bitch... that special sort of vindictive, manipulative bitch that would sweeten you up with everything under the sun only to provide herself the opportunity to marry you, murder you, and buy a house in the Bahamas with your best friend and your insurance money. Through tsunamis, war, and assorted devastation we persevere. Especially those among us who are blessed with an unflappable faith... in materialism and selective ignorance. They in fact continue to prosper through the ages. Life it seems, is their bitch. But that's alright, I mean we can't go around weeping and wailing our whole lives away over our wretchedness. There are even some who believe that there is something sublime to be found in the whole thing. Anything is possible I suppose...
So you've witnessed a cruel farce
Perhaps it was just a lark?
Though it may seem a little blithe
May I propose that it is... alright
In fact it's out of sight
That's all, that's alright
When the Sun had spun away
the bushmen used to pray
whyever, wherever it went
that it would return the next day
but you see... it was okay
For though day had passed to night
fostering a fitful fright
The light was merely out of sight
That's all, that's alright
