He watched himself as a living dead

Trapped inside a prison of dread

Nothing arrives, nothing disappears

Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear



In a vacuum of wasted time

Chained to his fate life, is his crime



Nobody would care if he died

He's a ghost desolated from pride

Run by a culture of anxiety

A person of senseless misery



His life will slowly cease

Disappearing with a breeze

The shadow has control

A tiny thread him holds



Misery

Misery

Misery

Misery

Now



Haunted by indifference to life

Looks into the mirror choked by the sight

Cosmic torture the world is in a blur

Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear



In a vacuum of wasted time

Chained to his fate life, is his crime



Nobody would care if he died

He's a ghost desolated from pride

Run by a culture of anxiety

A person of senseless misery