Here stands a man Lonely and forgotten He does what he can But hes losing His whole worlds a lie He knows that its true If only he knew That he need not die He does what he wants Doesnt care what people think And if he makes it through Hell live to battle, battle again He holds in his hand The serrated bloody knife Hes sinking in the quicksand Sucking away his life The time has come For him to make his final choice He can give up the grind Or raise his fucking voice Chorus Chorus He is gone now, take a look see This is the looking glass, this man is me