I live for nothing
I strive to procrastinate
Day in and day out I live to decimate
I have no purpose
For nothing I live
I'll slice the rope and wait for it to give
No one there for me
Nobody cares
Everyone's missing and I burn in my chair
No one sees the living man
Viewed with disgust
Everyone sees the burning man
Bloody in the dust
No one sees a sad man
Hated all his years
Everyone sees a dead man
Dead with drying tears
Bland in taste
Living in pretense
They're all dead and I take my sentence
Get away
Is the sound I hear
The bolt is drawn and now they cheer
Don't look at me
I am just a monster
I'm a dead man walking, not even worth a bother
No one sees the hated man
Head down with shame
Every one sees the framed man
he always takes the blame
No one sees a naked man
Lacking even thoughts
Everyone sees a martyred man
They watch as his body rots
© 2006 AnarKoRn
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