O yeah, do not breath loud
Do it so cool
Under the secrete cloud
Of being a fool
Walk so slow,
like a stinking snail
Yes? Bend so low
Lead your life to jail
Go on, take it dear,
No one'll see you
Not even one ear,
Heard the sound too
Yes, you're a fast guy
Go on, take a run
Never did you buy
Yet you think it's fun,
To take what's not yours?
You think you're snappy
You've sinned, yet happy
Just think, just think
what good is in this thing?
Or What is this thing
That is truely good
In what you've done?
Why wicked, why so rude?
Oh, to hell you begone!
Can't you hear their cry,
People you stole from?
Hear the cry of the sky
Thundering like drum
(For God had seen you)
Why live such a life,
As deathly as a knife
It'll lead you nowhere
But hell, your kinds end there
Never you try deal,
With people who steal
Or you try to be,
Stealing for me
(In the name of helping me)
If I make you do so,
Hell too, will I go
So please, steal not for me,
In the name of helping me
Never steal for people or yourself
If you still do, stop, stop yourself
(From going to hell)
Such can't be the only choice
To live life, no matter your sorrow or joy
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