A dead man walks amongst a lush and fertile atmosphere
Beauty whirls around him
Still he’s suffocates with drear
Ripping down the curtains in his path to see more clear
Praying for this soul degraded

A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind
A vacant figure is what’s left behind
Does your reflection make you scream?
Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be

A jaded fool
Dejected phantom
You are replaced by wasted years
You are engraved
By your own deception
Leaving no trace, only wasted years

Lingering to serve a void
A world of black and white
Cursing streets among him
Though never catching sight
Viciously digest the quest
Of Skin, bone and sin
Praying for, a soul once lived in

A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind
A vacant figure is what’s left behind
Does your reflection make you scream?
Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be

A jaded fool
Dejected phantom
You are replaced by wasted years
You are engraved
By your own deception
Leaving no trace, only wasted years

You are the phantom of these wasted years
You walk these street with worn out wander
A wretched crowned phantom
Of all these wasted years
A sovereign claimed phantom in state of thrall

You are the guide to an absent mind
A ghost confined with rusted hands of time
You stand in the way of yourself
As you rise and fall