I'm [bad word] which the world gave you.
I'm the light which steel is shinin' in the darkness.
I'm the poem of the mad poet who's believed that the world is
Giv'n to us whole holy [bad word] 

Empty walls of your jail.
That inside your mind desperate faces're watchin' you're fallin into the abyss
Masks they wear everyday die to be real
Distorted faces full of the hatred.

Your words mean nothing now
You're just a shadow
Curse from your birth through the life
To death has been liv'n inside your insane dreams
Dreams about the power

Eyes of the monkey watchin' your each motion
You see that the monkey is coping you
You feel that the money bites
Your dreams became the reflection in the mirror

You've for [bad word] which the world had threw out
You're the light which the darkness covered up
Mad poet wrote the poems about the world
But world is not the [bad word] when death [bad word] to live.