Wandering the desert in your mind
Nothing to say to none of your kind
Where else is there left to go
The quiet does not sing and cajole
You scrape and claw down in your hole
What else is there left to do
Skinnyman why have you returned
Trying to go from bust to hero
Reality is desolation
Penalty is isolation
Skinnyman chokes he cannot breathe
His voice is gone he cannot scream
With sunken eyes with sore rot cheeks
Lost for weeks
Skinnyman clinches he cannot feel
Cracked and bleeding the horror does peel
All the pain is far too surreal
Skinnyman why have you returned
So afraid to be a zero
Why have you returned
You should have stayed away