Mr. Tumors 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