I am a man
A man without a sense of humour
Without a friend, without love
A man who’s given himself to the soil
Whose soul is not indeed memorable

A man without God
Against all evil, that doesn’t make any sense
A breathing human body without hope
One who’s got nothing to lose
Nothing to look forward to
And nothing else to fall back to

A man who’s failure is nothing
But a scene of no confidence
A man who believes and executes his beliefs
Which are shared by the shadows haunting his perspective