I'm a kid trapped in an elder head
Full of worms a cloistered shell
I want out but the exits are shut
I'll rot to a death as well
He's quite a harmless fellow
But people don't like the old
The poor man was robbed by his kin
They took all they could hold
He's now a destitute and scab
Nowhere to really go
A broken mind in a broken room
Lit when his reveries glow
The shattered memory of his past
The food that feeds these worms
Pieces of torn writing and doodles
Are spinning his missing yarn
There's no use of his gathered skills
Honesty is not in vogue
Wisdom gets no respect at all
A world stifled by shameless rogues
He's now old and suffocated
A canceled man nobody wants
All he can do is stay out of sight
Hold his breath, the painful grunts
His grubby skin is rough and hard
The eyes are tired of tears
His mind lives in his past
Imprisoned in paranoid fears
I want out, want another life
The old man won't survive his thought
They are dark they are stark
But that's really all he's got
His breathing is difficult now
He wishes for a kindred kin
But the cruel world wants him dead
It's a horrible, foul and dirty sin
When he's dead, goodness dies
I'll die, and I'm humanity's friend
I'm the child of innocent thoughts
Without me the world would end
All the vain and pretend people
Will become clumps of dust again
Their souls will burn in abject hell
In embers of regret and pain
Their selfish hearts their narrow minds
The collective illusions dissolve in rain
As dirt they'll lose their weight
And scatter in the winds again
