Testo Misanthropic Man

Close enough to touch Nothing I can see, but I am feeling The presence of a ghost who haunts me still Trapped between the walls of his illusions Trapped with only time to kill Here lies an actor with no drama here lies a leader with no plan And I do not exist But for one exception, I am nothing But witness to this Misanthropic Man Nothing else seems true Nothing but to know this game we're playing Nothing but this scene we're walking through Nothing matters, even what he's saying Nothing I could tell you Here lies a thief confused by stealing Here lies a player who can't jam And I do not exist But for one exception, I am nothing But witness to this Misanthropic Man So play another hand Try to find some meaning in your chaos There's no context fitting for you now There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps You want to take it all in hand, but You're not the dealer at this table You're not the one to call the dance You're nearly obsolete But for your existence, you are nothing But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance