I understand what others want from me
But quite sadly, I haven't what they seek
This world doesn't exist for my pleasure
Not a mystery to solve, to find a treasure
We look about, pointing fingers of blame
In a moment I might die, with no name
Buried in a grave, covered and forgotten
Begging to be saved as flesh decays, rotten
Is there nothing to live for, or to achieve
All I have is gone, save for my beliefs
Where there is a joy, and I have a name
