Faceless he was born the kind without a speech
Being invisible without a dream to reach
A schoolboy second-rate a toady all the way
He never fights for nothing, never goes astray
He never makes a stand a man of average size
Green suit, nothing -mind wearing average ties
Faceless drowning in grey, never been striking
Soulless the empty hull that was never fighting
Shapeless he was born, the man without a face
Never done right or wrong the man who’s left no trace
No thoughts critical ever comes his way
Bundled unimportance what he does or say
Never been a benefactor coming off his shell
Never been a troublemaker character to spell
Hey what you’re done with your life did you ever grow
A lock of character you never could say «no»