The Torch

At last I'm unimportant now
The world forgot my name
The girls all lost my number now
Police don't hold me long
They ask who killed the elephants
But never breathe my name
I must have killed a few, you know
But someone else is always blamed

The bliss of disobservitude
I dodge your shafting gaze
In society's blindspot
Hiding in the haze
They ask who killed the eskimos
No-one holds me to blame
I must have killed a few, you know
But someone else is always blamed

Now I resemble multitudes
The hordes that you've ignored
The homeless refugees, you know
Your wretched and your poor
In darkness we sprawl huddled now
Free of any doubt
Unending disobservitude
The torch is out