Time is Misery

Thoughts are all a game
and no fun for any of us.
We're on a noose
and can't find someone to trust.

No one can swing for very long
on Misery's pendulum.
Sooner or later,
they lose their momentum.

It is a matter of Misery before it stops
Yet, it keeps swinging
And He keeps tying the knots

He's making it shorter
and we're getting smarter

But at what cost?
Until we find our souls lost.