The Watcher

Walking down the streets alone
Watching people come and go
It seems so strange to me they are
Just things

Pieces of meat that smile and cry
Emptiness behind their eyes
Millions of talking puppets
All alike

Oh, I feel so lonely
Yet stronger than I've ever been
It's a privilege to be watching
From outside

The world's a song and I'm a note
That really doesn't fit
Though I'm right here I don't belong
And I can't stand deceit

Personality
A bag of bricks I learned to carry
Ironic as it is
I feed from what I despise

I observe a symphony
That's wrecked and out of tune
Conducted by some entity
Of chaos, pure and true

I'm a watcher
Watcher
Watcher
And I'm watching you

Watcher
Watcher
Watcher
Forever

People tend to try and find
An order to live by
Each one with a function, attribution
Led by lies

Personality
A bag that keeps on getting heavier
The irony remains
I'm looking from outside