I’ve found the one to abuse
Men and women remind me of the heartbreak
Of the steam fermenting from the ground you choose
To walk upon above me; trembling lies

Shoved in a box, Jack holding out
Behind sheltered eyes from the past
You refuse to see me for who I am
True love, to you, is less important the caste

Faceless emotion, blind to reality
And brother to stereotype
Like a faceless monster
From mired depths nude of pleasure and hype

Plain insanity inside Jack who can only smile
Unable to see the day until someone turns his crank
He really hates this place - the false truth
Our world, shackled to live and die inside dungeons of the soul - deep and rank