They don't need your [bad word] 
They don't need your grace
Everything they really need 
These foolish games to play

If you really poet 
If you really doing grate
Don't tell anybody
You just need to wait

Wait until they fall 
Wait until they raise up their heads
Then I think they call for some grace

But Are you sure that you not fake
But are you sure that you not just another peace of the cake
Are you sure that you have chosen the right way
And That you [bad word] awake

There are too much sides
There is too much stupid
But they always try to recognise the one in theirself's 

If you really poet 
If you really doing grate
Don't tell anybody
You just need to wait