Souls that float in oblivion

Are seldom ever found

And fall into the mighty crack

We have split into the ground

The role of kings is not ours to play

Yet we grapple for the throne

And the power play of greediness

Has worn us to the bone

This fixture that still splits the earth

Grows wider every day

Our hopes and dreams of greater things

Begin to wilt away

With heavy heart and troubled souls

Lowered eyes filled with hurt

We grasp our well worn shovels

And spill our good into the dirt

In this saddened soil

We lay back and face the stars

Whose heated glares of hatred

Work to reopen scabbing scars

Beasts like us all tend to live

In the deepest, darkest holes

And only reemerge to see the light

To play our deathly roles

Spewing guts and violence

Exhaling hatred and betrayal 

We crush those who are good and pure

As they scream with no avail

And now we all must suffer

For the sins that we have done

I warn that if you see us

Take one quick glance and run

In this production of Misery

I have played my part

I am now able to leave the stage

With a blackened soul and unbeating heart