Let's stop the run and look a bit
Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit
I'll tell you things might make a hit
So please relax and take a sit

How often you hust look around
And thing about your surround
How many people have you drown
How many corpses feed your lawn

How many chances left behind
How many dances ended blind
How many men you stabbed the back
How many lifes that you have wrecked

How many lies you told in past
How many hopes have turned to dust
How many friends you trade for pence
How many liars in your fence

And after all you prey your God
To make your sorrows go abroad
And after all your mind prefers
To find someone to heal the curse

So now, please think a little bit
Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit
Is God the only one you served
Or you just have things you deserved