Mister could you maybe lend a hand
To held a drowning, starving, soulless man
Whose eyes are blind and feelings all but numb
Whose ears are all so deaf and mouth is dumb
This is the way, is the way
I fill your spaces now
Its the way, its the way
Cause all thats been left for me
Is the fight to fill these empty spaces now
Night is day and day is night again
And all thats eating bites with toothy grins
The pages of my memory torn in twain
Where recunstructing lies could not contain
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