Necromancer

I fester here, unwelcome room, just resting gear, no dustpan, broom

No regiment, no kind of hope at all

Thank God for concrete, it broke my fall

I got thoughts that won't go nowhere, you see

It's like a hundred different people just staring at me

They know something I don't but won't share it with me

And I don't know how to react when you're embarrassing me

I'm a work in prog, person flawed, too much inter webs I need to cut the service off

Under black light, I sing a sad song, about an angry little boy and his dad gone

ID composed, though I'm a living being, ID construct the most intricate things

And I won't make a run until the coast is clear

But up until then I'll just fester here