The Watcher's Agony

A life should be made of glory
For those whose about to cry
Insted all we have is the morning
And rest of our lifes
Despite the pain of awakening
Praying, the end is near
A fact that seems so abstract
Just fulfill my eyes

There's nothing wrong
When life just plays one trick
It seems so cruel
Amused by anything

Bored to death life is so mean
The issues of hate
I describe my own happiness
As your desgrace
And you go on living

I lay my head, sleep and it's so mean
Protected by tradition,
Turned into a slave (as long as it takes)
It's sad when you live waiting for a massive pain
Wish for the next thunder
Another life to drain
Just because you're bored again

There's nothing wrong
When life just plays one trick
It seems so cruel
Amused by anything
This is the end
There's no more room on earth
You're still in shock
Possessed by a fiend

The layers of misconception
Elevates the ignorant walls
Although the humiliaion
Of hearing that's nobody faults

You pray for the next mistake
You pray to have someone to blame