They act as if they are so sure,
As if their actions are so mature.
Like there is no doubt in their so perfectly planned way,
Even though they're heading all together to their own last day.
This act is their only shield from the truth they all know very well,
That they are falling in a deep deep well,
They know what is waiting for them at the end of the fall,
And yet, they prefer to pretend there is nothing at all.
Poor little people so hopeless so scared,
Please tell me, are you afraid?