Here stands a man
Lonely and forgotten
He does what he can
But hes losing
His whole worlds a lie
He knows that its true
If only he knew
That he need not die
He does what he wants
Doesnt care what people think
And if he makes it through
Hell live to battle, battle again
He holds in his hand
The serrated bloody knife
Hes sinking in the quicksand
Sucking away his life
The time has come
For him to make his final choice
He can give up the grind
Or raise his fucking voice
Chorus
Chorus
He is gone now, take a look see
This is the looking glass, this man is me