You have seen me in my makeup on the pauper's stage
You have seen me pour my soul out on a silent nation
And you just stood there watching silent as I went insane
pleading to god before man
and this world was never my friend
You had seen me in my black room writing poems of love
then you had lied beneath me wondering if I deceived you
but all I ever wanted was to die within your arms
but you thought my world was pretend
ah, the world was never my friend
You had felt my spirit urging you from your device
you had heard me psychologically dissect this life
still you all ignored me when I said your spirit dies
but you turned your backs on my death
and embraced the impotent flesh
You never saw me crying in my room alone in pain
You never knew the nights I wondered if you ever loved me
now that I am dying there is something I must say
I want to see you again
but the world was never my friend
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth