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The mute man whispers to me...
Words that lay blankly on my mind
Though they are unclear
I try to understand the things he says...

Lay me down in a place so dark
Leave me dying so I can reflect
This piece of s**t life we call our own
This madness I feel I need to infect
It seems to be the only way
Spread our desiese so that others
May return...with feelings of the same

The mute man talks in riddles...
Or is he talking at all?
The mute man feels so bitter
His sence of speech is gone.
Thinking to himself...signs are all thats left
He sets alone and shudders...
His only friend is his thought of death.

All he needs is to find a place
Where he can feel at home
But in this world of conspiracys
He'll never make it known
Cast out and neglected because of diffrence
The mute man sets by himself
Left alone to die and whither
Pain is his only wealth.