A lie hurts more than the truth.
 My favorite scary colour, peered
 into the darkness these small uncertain moves.
 Is there any truth in their words?

 Misfortune never come singly
 They went over to my enemies.
 Fighting against heavy odds.
 Shameless lie uncontrolled figures.

 Bow to the inevitable
 Life playing such games
 Can you really answer these
 Harmless questions of life?

 Audience of the madness remnants of my mind
 Invading my thoughts. Conjure up the spirit of the
 dead.

 Deeds speak louder than words
 Harsh actions a suspicious look.
 The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse
 The stimulus of praise.

 Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity.
 A surge of pity. The pricking of thorns.
 The stimulus of praise.