I grant to you    No privilege of person    No sense of self    A denial of choice    It wants out    So from all the little bits and pieces    A simple case of lost and found    A wicked new beginning    I don't ever want to see    It's the oldest trick in the book    Just like everything you always knew    Turned upon its very end    There's nothing left to be       Half a mind to say    All the things that bother me today    You better check if it's me    In that ''coffin'' of yours    Or just the one    The one you thought you knew       I am one    Who am I?    No character    To be lost inside       A mind is hard to please    So wander aimlessly       Hands clenched    In fists of rage    Concealed in frustration    There's a part of me that cannot deal    With the character I am forced to be    A thinly veiled plan    To lay your world afoot    Lost in community    Blind in belonging    Is there really nothing more than this?    The emptiness remains    So put on your brave face    And take the plunge again       I am one    Who am I?    No character    To be lost inside