I'm a man of ideas
I live in a castle in the middle of my thoughts
I am Thoughtless, but I speak my mind out...

I am not popular, but that makes me real
I am not likeable, But that ain't my fault
I can show you a helping hand, but you gotta hold on to it
You can use, but you can't abuse me

I am a tool of disaster
An ode to chaos and disorder
yet here I still stand
and forward I still walk
alone I take my path
and my journey seems to have no end