Banishment, tortuous paths are strewn across the way Of this hate fiend, man Incarcerated by my own malignance Kindred to no one, I am the one being I am the one, the only The beginning and the end The end of a life that should never have been No praise shall I ever beseech For there are none whom supplicate Alone, a victim of my own creation Possessed of no morality I scour this world in search of faith Your truths are empty, your pages blank My life a coffin, my soul a tomb And I fall into the wind For in it my words remain unheard Mankind has forgotten me None shall hear me As I fall into the wind I am the one, the only My existence means nothing