Pawn of Men
So low all the resources of my soul
and I run on all but empty as I go
dreams remind me of what it's like to feel
head be quiet...oh heart be still
sleep evades me as I toss and turn
thoughts race, and undulated desires burn
all my resolve washed away like sand
my body once a temple, now a shipwreck, unmanned
Sleep sweet sleep escape tomorrow
drown in tears for all my sorrow
gag me with a stick
play the worlds smallest violin
swimming in the sick
the game, the player, the pawn of men
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