I am the man walking in a suit on the outskirts of the town
I am tha man with a black bracelet around the wrist and an untied black tie around the neck
I am the man who has a black umbrella and is looking towards the void of the suburb
It seems like if feelings and thoughts deserted the area
And all what is left is the sound of my steps
Echoing through the empty neighbourhood
The ghosts are boring around here
I say hello to Matthew
A guy that died 4 years ago trying to cross the road
His death is boring and what he's saying is somewhat the most obvious thing I've ever heard
He's telling me it's not lively enough around here
Thank god you're dead Matthew
It's not wit you would've added to this world if you had dodged that trailer