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