Not everyone gets it

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