Scarecrow_Man

I´m dead, inside my shell I feel nothing.
I´m easily attracted by these bodies,
Wearing my face, using my tongue to tell lies.
And everybody thinks it´s me, but I am nothing.

I´m dead, inside my shell, hope to feel something
My eyes are seeing light, under the tables.
Magic tricks happening, in between my ears, and things.
They´ve never been so complicated, and I was something...