He did not commit to any power
He was never really all that strong
He was losing moments by the hour
Since he never ever saw the dawn
No one asked him for a favour
No one gave him thoughts of love
Always feeling bitter flavour
Even from the gods above
What a little tiny nightmare
This man's life must have once been
Says his mother: "Always fight her"
Being sorry for her sin
Coming home to catch existence
Fornicating with father pain
Watching a poor hope's persistence
Being useless summer's rain
Tell us of your fake promises of soul
Take us to your plastic heavens
Feed us lies of an afterlife hole
Keep us coming back like ravens
Full of joy and full of laughter
Every second might have been
But the search for ever after
Gets erased all you have seen
Little man needs to be passed by
Like a shadow in a dream
Let us grow the middle eye
Let us live shortly but within
