Poor depraved soul
In a sea of stars you stand
Around a hot ball you fly
On a wet rock barely getting by
Lost for eternity just another grain of sand

Poor depraved soul
Though wonders you see
And wonders you meet
And together plans you make
But none of them speak

Poor depraved soul
Alone with others
With others by yourself
Just wasting time
With the dusty books on your shelf

Poor depraved soul
No reason to live
No reasons to die
No knives that fit
Inside your mind, ****
Losing time
Without knowing that the poor depraved soul was an invention of mine
And it’s wearing my clothes, and through the mirror, it’s looking in my eyes