Intro:
Ha ha ha...
Yeah, I laugh at the things that I shouldn’t
Ha ha ha...
Guess it’s just me, or maybe it’s you who’s broken
Verse 1:
They say I’m twisted, got a taste for the strange
Serving sarcasm on a cold silver plate
I joke about darkness like it’s my cuisine
You call it sick, but it’s just how I dream
I paint with shadows, I dance with the grim
You roll your eyes while I dive right in
If life’s a joke, then I’m the punchline
Twisted humor’s my sweetest crime
Pre-Chorus:
I see the world through a filter of black
You take it too serious, can’t handle the crack
If irony’s poison, then pour me a glass
I’ll raise up a toast and watch you fall flat
Chorus:
Dark humor’s like food—
Not everyone gets it, not everyone should
You call me cruel, you say it’s obscene
But laughing at madness keeps me serene
Dark humor’s like food—
An acquired taste for the broken and bruised
If you can’t swallow it, well, that’s just fine
It’s not for everyone, but it’s how I survive
Verse 2:
You want me to filter my twisted delight
But pain’s just a canvas where I paint with spite
I joke through the wounds ‘cause it’s easier to grin
Than wallow in pity or drown from within
You think I’m heartless, but I call it art
Finding beauty in things that tear us apart
If you can’t laugh at the darkest of days
Then you’re missing the joke and you’re lost in the haze
Pre-Chorus:
I see the world through a filter of black
You take it too serious, can’t handle the crack
If irony’s poison, then pour me a glass
I’ll raise up a toast and watch you fall flat
Chorus:
Dark humor’s like food—
Not everyone gets it, not everyone should
You call me cruel, you say it’s obscene
But laughing at madness keeps me serene
Dark humor’s like food—
An acquired taste for the broken and bruised
If you can’t swallow it, well, that’s just fine
It’s not for everyone, but it’s how I survive
Bridge:
Ha ha ha... (Laughter distorted, echoing)
You say I’m sick, well, maybe you’re right
But laughing through darkness feels like delight
A punchline for pain, a jest for despair
If humor’s my weapon, then handle with care
(Hahaha I'm so messed-up)
Final Chorus:
Dark humor’s like food—
Not everyone gets it, not everyone should
You call me cruel, you say it’s obscene
But laughing at madness keeps me serene
Dark humor’s like food—
An acquired taste for the broken and bruised
If you can’t swallow it, well, that’s just fine
It’s not for everyone, but it’s how I survive
Outro:
Ha ha ha...
Yeah, I laugh at the things that I shouldn’t
Ha ha ha...
Guess it’s just me, or maybe it’s you who’s broken