The man that you created.
The man that you hated.
Still stands tall.
With a heart that feels so small.
Can you tell me why it has to be this way.
Because of you he has nothing to say.
You all laugh at his rendered soul.
You all laugh at his severed soul.
But it won't change.
I find that strange.
Still he waits for something that will not come.
And he is still undone.
Hope is gone for him.
Society under his skin.
I wonder how he got so far.
I wonder why society gave him that scar.
His eyes are mouring.
And his temper is a warning.
I think he's had enough.
I think he's fed up.
Living in a world so black and cold.
This hatred has begun to mold.
Walking among you all.
Waiting for your destined fall.
A purity in him.
A hunger under his skin.
A hunger for power and respect that won't come.
Still he waits because he is undone.
He waits without question.
Some with treachory.
Try to take him off track.
They try to stab him in the back.
He stands there with devotion.
He stands there without emotion.
Frequent stabs at his heart.
Tearing his devotion apart.
Chaining him to a certain death.
What more can he expect.
Leaving him to die alone.
Leaving him in a cruel world on his own.
