Troll

I've travelled the world in fifty days I have pissed on every parade my mind is bent my fingers are numb I will fight on with my thumbs from place to place I roam while never leaving home A lone wolf in the dark A lonely wall to leave my mark as each day passes by twiddling thumbs to pass the time I've an excuse for every occasion I've the story of my reputation but as I slowly decay my brain is rotting away I can feel it each day just another breath away a pack of fools at my side each night I prey my gods are with me or so they say I lie awake each night counting fights on a bed of blood it's all I deserve for nothing I say has any worth