Misantrophy

Take a look onto yourself and then tell me what you see
Is there more behind the scheme deep inside your shelfs
Take a look onto yourself you are nothin’ but a whore
You didn’t know me before but just put me in your shelfs
Take a look onto myself and then tell me what you see
I knew you wouldn’t like it – just hate me…
The solitude of your eyes makes me sad
Guess, how boring your life must be – I can’t believe you are glad – a
unique as you are – is often alone
A loner like you are – a smile never shown
Your only dress – your uniform – tell me, could it be, you look like the
others?!
No joking – no laughing – just live your own loneliness
Just breathing – just walking – outside of everything you love
So alone – your solitude – misantrophy will be your dead – once upon
– the black will devour you
From higher thrown you look down on me
Am I unworthy – of your society
Shall I feel small beside you – like all the others do
Shall I pray for you – like all the others do
Did you ever spent a second for thinking about the way you’re treating
me?
It’s getting dark outside today – and here your company comes –
marching there – uniformed black – white face – black eyes – black nails
– but don’t you forget – the angry look – you damn sinners!