Close enough to touch

Nothing I can see, but I am feeling

The presence of a ghost who haunts me still

Trapped between the walls of his illusions

Trapped with only time to kill

Here lies an actor with no drama

here lies a leader with no plan

And I do not exist

But for one exception, I am nothing

But witness to this Misanthropic Man



Nothing else seems true

Nothing but to know this game we're playing

Nothing but this scene we're walking through

Nothing matters, even what he's saying

Nothing I could tell you



Here lies a thief confused by stealing

Here lies a player who can't jam

And I do not exist

But for one exception, I am nothing

But witness to this Misanthropic Man



So play another hand

Try to find some meaning in your chaos

There's no context fitting for you now

There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps

You want to take it all in hand, but



You're not the dealer at this table

You're not the one to call the dance

You're nearly obsolete

But for your existence, you are nothing

But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance