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