Holding A Package Left Him Molded And Savage
Spoke With The Average And Told Then They'd Manage
Cartriges Of Stranger Burdans, Helpin The Worries of Others
Concealing The Tears...Has His Vision Blurried And Smothered
Worried, So Covers His Insicurity With The Pain Of Friends
An Everlasting Line Of Insacure Biengs That Will Never Mend
Several Bends But None Leading To A Immunisation Or Cure
Starring Through The Views Of The Others So His Own Ain't Pure
The Barren Wasteland In Which He Dwells Holds No Meaning
And The Treament He Needs Won't Be Arriving This Evening
For He Stands In The Shadows Of All, Unable To Move Foward
And Is Winded By Wisardry To Find The True Imagery Of Horror
He Holds A Life Sentence Behind The Wall Of Pain Which He Can't Bear
Wakes Up Every Morning To Find His Soul Entrapped There.
With No Goal, No Dream, No Point Of Vision To Chase
He Strolls On A Stream On A Mission To Find His Place
Regreting Never Analyzing His Own Situation And Position
He's Left Blind...Unable To See The World...With His Own Vision

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