Close enough to touch
Nothing I can see, but I am feeling
The presence of a ghost who haunts me still

Trapped between the walls of his illusions
Trapped with only time to kill
Here lies an actor with no drama

here lies a leader with no plan
And I do not exist
But for one exception, I am nothing

But witness to this Misanthropic Man

Nothing else seems true

Nothing but to know this game we're playing
Nothing but this scene we're walking through
Nothing matters, even what he's saying

Nothing I could tell you

Here lies a thief confused by stealing

Here lies a player who can't jam
And I do not exist
But for one exception, I am nothing

But witness to this Misanthropic Man

So play another hand

Try to find some meaning in your chaos
There's no context fitting for you now
There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps

You want to take it all in hand, but

You're not the dealer at this table

You're not the one to call the dance
You're nearly obsolete
But for your existence, you are nothing

But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance