[VERSE 1]
My vision’s shot like my chances
I'm blind in a sense, can you guide my hands?
I read a story about a man
He had no head and had no friends
He stole a spine, a skull, and a scalp
And wore them proudly like a crown
Years went by and no one cared
The man could not seem to produce fears
He took no risks, and he had no wins
His losses were false, and that was the end
He lost everything by gaining nothing
Disgusting