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I'm thinking dorsia, wear something fabulous

The sun came up, but the air is still freezing.
The coffee's on for another day of leeching.

Only every day he grabs his coat and leaves home
with no pain and no sorrow.
Tight his talons clasp his briefcase made of gold
full of words set in stone
With a step outside, a scowl ruins his pleasant face.

Nothing can replace it
(and looking down and looking down and looking down)
Nothing can replace it
(and looking down and looking down to the pavement now)
His office stands adjacent
(and looking down and looking down and looking down)
And on the steps a vagrant
(and looking down and looking down to the pavement now)
Preaches how his day went

What am I worth? What can I bring to your society?
Is there no one who'll rectify what you've done to me?
What am I worth? What can I bring to your society?
Is there no one who'll rectify the life I've lost?
But the man walks on.
The life I've lost.
But the man walks on.

Today the numbers meet his pace
like staplers puncturing your face
He gets what he wants at a small price to pay
At the end of the day he grabs his hat and heads on his way
The door's ajar to his home but he doesn't hesitate

He wants to feel at ease but something's wrong

And seeing nothing
Swallowing his beads of sweat
but tasting nothing
It's hard to hold his heavy head
The room gets cloudy
Leaning now over his bed
His throat is closing
The sheets are soaking
In red blood flowing
Collapsing on the floor

No one is listening when living alone
Gasping and gulping for air
No one is listening when living alone
Gasping and gulping for air
Quit
Fighting for a
Breath
And then
The vagrant walks out the front door.