كلمات The Watcher

Walking down the streets alone Watching people come and go It seems so strange to me they are Just things Pieces of meat that smile and cry Emptiness behind their eyes Millions of talking puppets All alike Oh, I feel so lonely Yet stronger than I've ever been It's a privilege to be watching From outside The world's a song and I'm a note That really doesn't fit Though I'm right here I don't belong And I can't stand deceit Personality A bag of bricks I learned to carry Ironic as it is I feed from what I despise I observe a symphony That's wrecked and out of tune Conducted by some entity Of chaos, pure and true I'm a watcher Watcher Watcher And I'm watching you Watcher Watcher Watcher Forever People tend to try and find An order to live by Each one with a function, attribution Led by lies Personality A bag that keeps on getting heavier The irony remains I'm looking from outside