So, you think you know it all
you can sieve right from wrong.
So, you think you can tell
where lies beauty and where is hell.
So, you think you are so smart
up your sleeves all wining cards.
so, I should let you decide,
which path I should ride.
and in your beamishing voice, you say
you will hide me secure, never let me astray.
explain me all the drifts of game
keep me away from the hurting flame.
but sorry, sorry I can't understand
your sweet music is just a blaring band
and sorry, I can't hear you aloud
Just stop talking in this ultrasound.
My mistakes, let them be my own mistakes
let me lose my share before something I take.
Let me bruise, skin my belief while alive.
let me wither, shouting at top of my voice.
Let me play with my own hand of cards.
let me lose, let me be distraught.
I just don't want to win, I want to be proud.
So stop babbling, stop talking in this ultrasound.
