As you sit in shallow thought
And I a shallow grave
No problem is done

Because to you it's a game
And for me, I don't give a f**k
Reading people like movie scripts

You loath the attention like a sitcom actor
And I an issue
A distraction

Or an un-cued line
That sits so comfortably in the back of your head
You tear up the script and spit on the actors

Your stomach wrenches
And what a solution
Have me banned

Have me burned
Have me thrown in the dirt
Like fly on the wall

Your so unsuspecting but oh so frail
You pull the curtains, you make your moves
And you act in the darkness

The spot light flickers but fails
And in your final victory I'm gone
You are here

The attention is yours
But no, you wanted more than that
A victory suited for only your kind

One of hollow endings
Much like your views
Then I laugh, I laugh from the grave

Because though I am gone
My shadow leaves a bigger print than your soul
Than your soul

My shadow leaves a bigger print than your soul