And as he got up, despair was to be seen
Because of love she now lives by the brink
The elderly corrupts the youth
Because of poorness he held back his truth
Struggled strong, steady fought through
Scarce intelligence, bad attitude
The windows were his fortress
And shallowness has been filled by the fiendish will

Peevish arrogance, labeled by
The blind eyes of justice, never to find
The object of rummage, could not do
To her what she's been doing to you
All thoughts took a sit on the raging roundabout
They blew up all doors but it was far too loud
Couldn't get much time to act
Shot it down, "it's easier to be assaulted"

Oh, the storm comes just like ghosts
Their ragged bodies will trap your soul
It's like trusting the weight to the quicksand
Or the girl with candies to the big bad wolf
Ache too hard, feel too strong
Age too fast, no joy, no rest
Frolic all time, "fuck all pride
Frowning at life won't turn water into wine"