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Untitled: Copyright, Sarapunk
Walking dead amongst the broken
Watching wrong that turns to right
Following the heard and never asking
Hopeless child of the night
Beaten, swolen, worthless angel
Shattered hopes and scattered dreams
He stands alone in the hateful schoolyard
No one cares, or so it seems
A lonesome soul that sighs so softly
No one hears him when he cries
Feeling the scream within him thicken
Exposed to this; inside, he dies
Plastic creatures throng around him
He hasn't feelings anymore
Another victim of the evil masses
Now he's just society's whore
