[Verse 1]
At night, when fears grow,
You close your doors and windows; you sit and bite your pillows.
And here is my advice:
Stay keeping your eyes open and feel the danger sharpen.
Oh, Lord, I've put to shame —
The masses full of gudgeons! To pick my artful margins
Elusive and unknown:
Don't ever try to rope me, you never gonna stop me.
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And our show has just begun,
But in the end I will take a bun!
You look so smart and self-convinced —
I'll see you cry on ashes.
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You lose your breath, 
Surrounded by [bad word] 
So weak and deaf, 
You might think I am cussed?
You gave it all to me —
And I can turn you into dust.

[Verse 2]
Did I deserve a right
To make a royal profit, have I been really worth it?
My pain has got a chance
To finally forsake me, consequently awake me.
Tied up with peoples' lies,
My gaze is so suspicious; your tales are so delicious.
I failed with all my hopes:
How I could be took over, seduced by four-leaf clover?
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