When the day has come
and everyone's turned against you,
you must destroy the life source;
you find not what a virtue.

It may take some time,
I'm just going outside,
you don't know 'till when I'll be
along the riverside.

What point is there to live a life,
when no one knows your lies,
it's quite difficult to hide them;
you must wipe out what never dies.

The only one who knows them,
Is who they must demolish,
it only takes one soul
to scratch a pretty polish.

How much suffering
can one only hold,
until it all burst out,
like a secret told?

There's one way to
truly hide all links to secrets,
all paths to pain and sin.
Must kill all them who know it,
and let us lie with all our secrets,
Let them die within.



If you think that secrets hide,
Look at any face along your side,
everyone knows something,
something that must subside.

With no secrets,
there would be no blackmail,
how may one deal with that?
Just hide all lies under a large thick mat...

If you hate knowing things
avoid all politicians,
try and live a normal life,
without the competitions.