Its just not how I meant it to be.

No Gratitude, No obligation,
No burning desire for any confrontation,
No moral pangs, No heart to ache,
Just a wicked brain, and some cruel calculation.

No stirring soul, No tears in eye,
No prophets to preach, No knowledge of right.
No friends to help, No foes to fight.
Just an ugly heart, just an ugly time.

No birds to sing, no sun to shine,
No hiss of rain, no moon at nine.
No summers to be, no spring in sight,
Just a wicked world,and a wicked guy.