I'm like a dead man talking
to a world without no ears
I'm standing on the bridge
above the rivers of our tears
I'm locked inside these city walls
in a place without no name
as I sit in candle light
I keep feeling so insane
madness has no mercy
for the man who walked the line
mercy holds more madness
as he threads the pin into his arm
as I drive along this road
this road without no light
I keep thinking crazy things
like will this dead man die tonight
the world don't want to hear
that my demons keep on calling
and inside this same old dreams
my thoughts just keep on falling
so the dead man keeps on talking
but the world don't want to hear
about the child who lost his life
and never found his way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
6 billion people on the planet, some see you. look in the mirror of yr mind and really see you, some more.