Millions in the world
Like grains of dirt they carry
Their own lives the worthless way
Following the wind
Like grains of dirt they carry
Their own lives the worthless way
Following the wind
John is not like them
He tries to make it up
For his everlasting defect
Born without a face
His life is kinda harder
Than the average would think
Noone really knows
Faceless john desires
To be the groom on every soap
He watches on tv
Fill his obscene dream
Oh how he prays to seize that moment
The man without a face
He knows what hard life means
He feels as if he's dead
No hope just misery
Faceless john desires to die
Hopeless, faithless, death is what he craves
Death is what he craves, just pure death
No hope, just misery
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