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.