I feel like life has no worth anymore, Nothings real and this is the deal, There’s nothing for me on this earth anymore. People are so distant living for other people’s lives, Even emotions are efficient, Everyone’s playing husbands and wives. Worries over work, worries over money, Just 2 things that hurt and its not fucking funny. Life can create an iceman of hate. Years of taking orders can take its toll, Buy by confronting fears your breaking borders, And life can take our youth, But there’s one simple truth, It cannot take your soul. And that poses the question… Do we possess one? Do some people cry more than you? Some people lie more than you? Do some people live less stressful lives? Do we all go to Church and confess all our lies? Who cares enough to spare a thought? For ‘Icemen’ like me are not easily bought. They live their lives ‘stealing the feeling’, Leaving a trail of lovers reeling. They are wound you wait for, That you live your life to hate for.