I don't want to be All that you claim not to be But impose on others.
I don't want to be that filth, I'm looking for another But find this and this is gold So I keep Golden treasure
I claim I cannot become But admire with that heart you sold And I impose on others to become Gold.
So you say...
What's the truth, dear? You think you know, in this maze of desperate to win souls? more and more and more as they didn't have enough, They didn't have enough of the poverty of others.... They want to enjoy more... more... more.