All my words
don’t exist in this world
Here exist only words
who using the Devil swords

Everybody feels sorry
when they feel pain and are worried
But when other people does
will same brains thinking how can I win and let him lose

They explain good true things as stupid
and lets the lies talking high when they get paid
Good people believes in something higher
bad people believes in everything good people paying

And Politicians and people grow up like Corona
and the good ones die like they never being born
Life always changing
but in end the devil always winning

We see it more and more
when nobody likes to share good things anymore
Of course they say, that’s not true
but it still the truth

And now i'm one of them
even if i don't like to be like them
I feel sorry for myself
but at least it was my own goodness who killed myself