It's a trick, one of many illusions
There is no perfection
The happiness is a lie, created by your own conclusions
Don't just stand there! You won't gain any affection
Don't beg grovel or cry
Stand tall and proud
Be silent and never offer a goodbye
Don't float around, life is no cloud
Don't nod or offer any introductions
Why should you? They are not worth it
Don't let them talk and make your own deductions
Hold your words and trust, learn they would have your throat easily slit
Don't you dare give them respect
Don't give them any reason to suspect
That in the end you are not perfect