Stop meddling in other people's business They dash their words against the walls As if to advertises, hatred of the human race. The higher they climb, the more you can see their disgusting parts
They comes off as useless quacksalver, A waste of energy, a waste of space, Words, words, mere words no matter from the heart They form clichés, and spin the bottles An idle mind is the devil’s playground They smile in an annoying self-satisfied manner. As if bitterness would bring them happiness