Mr tumours misery

He watched himself as a living dead
trapped inside a prison of dread
nothing arrives, nothing disappears
drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
In a vacuum of wasted time
chained to his fate life, is his crime
Nobody would care if he died
he's a ghost desolated from pride
run by a culture of anxiety
a person of senseless misery
His life will slowly cease
disappearing with a breeze
the shadow has control
a tiny thread him holds
Misery
misery
misery
misery
now
Haunted by indifference to life
looks into the mirror choked by the sight
cosmic torture the world is in a blur
drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
In a vacuum of wasted time
chained to his fate life, is his crime
Nobody would care if he died
he's a ghost desolated from pride
run by a culture of anxiety
a person of senseless misery