We never dream about the Perfection
Just let the meadows tell about the passion
And let me die with my bloodstain on the gown
Cause we don't care.
We're not an empress
We're not live on your gold leash
We're just dream and tripping with our ampharos
And they are like
Bluenose
Goofy gosling
Flirting with the gold goard
And hypocrite
We've cracked their secret
It's not about their prodigious
It's not about their gracious
It's all about them
Who become fibster
But everybody's think about
Their precious
Their ability
Their gratitude
Their perfection
They tell to our friends what is hypocrisy
Behind our back
Behind our back
They talk about perfection
They pretend to be a patient
They act like a saint
Baby,
They are not our ruler
They are not our partner
They just a fibster
Who would become a poacher
I just tell what is really happening
we don't care,
It's about wolf in sheep clothing
Cause everyone who knows us knows
That we're okay with magpie
We're not live on your fantasy
and
That's life which filled with the hypocrisy
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