Are you dead to the world?      It appears that you might be   A little dead to the world   Or at least a bit to all of those   Who have shown a true affection   You make a mess of those   Who will care without exception   As you pile drive through anything that stands   In your way or blocks your view      Are you dead to the world?      I’ve gotta wonder if you are   A little dead to the world   With a reflex that is uncontrolled   It’s the only explanation   Unless you’re just as cold   As they say and just as calculating   Using and debilitating those   Who can see the good in you      Lost sight of it   I made light of it   Everyone makes mistakes   We fell by the wayside   We fell out of place   I wish I could say that we’d fallen from grace   But we never made it to that place