Bad things don't happen to bad people
Relics know,
Serving high the expectations of karma in disguise
Opting that time reflects a million lies
But deeds have never paid full its price
And stagnant are the perspectives of a rich life
But never has it been
A slight try at feeling alive
Boning traditions within the warfare of pride.

Bad things don't happen to bad people my child
Giving grace to strangers in the looking glass we hide.