Faceless

Hands held deep within my mind Wearing the pockets out this time Pondering the ignorance held inside In the everything of nothing I find Wasted Time...Wasted Time... Obsessively scratching that itch not there Drawing blood from skin that's already red Slight look of indifference paints I don't care The first impression of the already dead Wasted Life...Wasted Life... Eyes cast down in a myopic trance Feet push forward in a frantic pace Already blew that one last chance Please don't look upon my face Wasted Time...Wasted Life...