Wolves beware, there is a sheep among us
That I swear

He is frolicking about, knows no boundaries
Which isn't allowed
Not in this world
In which we own

He has seen the unseen, spoken the unspoken
For that, he should become one of us
An aristocrat
Destruction brings creation
So we'll break him, build him up
Then place him in a new direction

Morality is for the weak
Who cares who we hurt
If it fulfills our needs


Money brings happiness
But it is also poisonous
Greed, such an awful mistress
Always controlling, never understanding
All we want
Is to be free.