Do you wanna guess
What you're going to face?
A little wicked man
With razord blades
his nails are dirty
from digging lies
No matter how much money
He'll never be satisfied
Standing on a stage
Up high, Above them all
Preaching to the crowd
What they must accept
Building thier fake faiths
Following his "pink" clowd
How his deadly lies
Are locked in their minds
Get your self
In position
And maintain
Your own decision
You must allways
Control your life
So don't f**ing listen
To their lies.