Histrionic apology of false appearances
A deed of deceit, another fallacy
The proof of it is that I knew you before
You seem to reckon how much time you've spent
And your recoupment for all these years in oblivion
Follows the footsteps of ancient canons
Are my eyes deceiving me?
Can it be real what I see?

'cause you want it all, the wish of money spreads like oil
Yes, we know it of old
Your excuses spoil what you did before

You show your real face, your new vocabulary
A recent prosperity, sophistic messages
Are what your lyrics are turning into
And loquacity diminishes too
Now you're taking cocain to play
And suddenly you'll play to sniff cocain
Seriously I wouldn't have your success as a gift

'cause you want it all, the wish of money spreads like oil
Yes, we know it of old
Your excuses spoil what you did before
You have lost it all
Your story was gone when you started to grow
A rise implies a fall
Now tell us, how do you feel alone?