Frail is a bitter man
He sits in his woeful chair
Searching for the answer to his life
Hatred grounds him in his despair
Anger doesn't care for time
In years [bad word] you'll see
Your woeful chair, still remains
While you have drowned in your misery
Seek the [bad word] and you will find
shallow man so left behind
Open your eyes
Stubborn is the man who'll fall
You can do no wrong...
Open your eyes
Mankind his only enemy
Can't seem to leave the past behind
Broken man knows no sincerity
His lonely chair, his only friend
Denial shields his eyes
The smile he wears is all pretend
Inside this old man dies
Seek the [bad word] and you will find
shallow man so left behind
Open your eyes
Stubborn is the man who'll fall
You can do no wrong...
Open your eyes
Frail is a bitter man
He sits in his woeful chair
Searching for the answer to his life