The Mystery Man

In the disordered fields
I roam and stand still
caressing my scars
remembering the times
when I always had to kill

They call me the Mystery man!

Mystery Man, where you roam
King of Fools, observer of Time
Why can't you see that you are
the opposite of what others say

They call me the Mystery Man!

In this world you'll always fight
for them and not yourself
greatest mistake of your life
keeper of knowledge and of time

They call me the Mystery Man!

In their minds, forsaken him
In their hearts, forgotten him
Suicide calls to die, oh die
Just lay down and cry

They call me the Mystery Man!

Mystery Man, where you roam
King of Fools, observer of Time
Why can't you see that you are
the opposite of what others say