Aware of some, aware of nothing more
   I have no faith, I cannot settle scores
   You hope someday, I'll move out of the dark
   Your wishes fail, 'cause I am nothing
  
   Slave to it all once again I fear
   Slave to it all are the ones most dear
  
   Thrilling you all with my tales not real
   You believe in them time after time
  
   On hopeless days I sit and justify
   a wholesome life, of which I'm so deprived
   I hope and pray, that I won't stay around
   to long to stain, 'cause I am nothing
  
   Slave to it all once again I fear
   Slave to it all are the ones most dear
  
   Thrilling you all with my tales not real
   You believe in them time after time
  
   Hope someday?
   I could be wrong...