I Got No Feeling

To be a stalker.

That walk alone in the middle of the night.
And telling lies to all the people around you.
Giving the truth for the real world.
But when it end, the world already down.
Into your pocket.
With a pencil.
That can't be use anymore.
The more the pain, the more you gain.
For the profit of the community.
Smell like shit.
And the dog will follow you.