All that care bout me so much poor the choice of words
where do they find the time
Is what i really wanna know.

Dont they have kids of
their own to **** up
Thou even a broken clock
Is right twice a day and so.

All that prays for my soul
How i would appreciate
i guess we will never know
Since im not in your hands.

As I raise my glass to toast
Worry about your own fates
Givin back just as borrowed
In our land we like to say.

To all that part in the rumor
Crossing the rightous man
Read the word over and over
I advice you to read it again.

Takes more than song to dance
In my homeland is wellknown
I know gods better than them
ChiRho i saw along another four.

In skies introducing themselves
In dawn of day we had become
Sun rose to glory god did accept
If knowing better, should know.