I catch your inaccurate gestures
It's all you have left today
It seems like you have some questions
But I’m not in a mood to play
Gifted with many talents
As well as the blackened soul
You might be aware but helpless
In the face of inflamed ego
Wretched Man
WRETCH
Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
You’re driven by mental madness
Enslaved by your wicked mind
Here I look with indifferent sadness
A man eating himself alive
Wretched Man
WRETCH
Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
Wretched Man, Wretched Man
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