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