Well I know
Mighty low
Is the blow
They will throw
Every time i climb back on my feet
Forming queues
Dropping clues
I should choose
Ancient views
And forget all i gleamed from the street
Every fake
Tries to make
Me the break
They can take
To the halls of the righteous elite
They begin
Fitting in
When the sin
Deep within
Leaves a smell they can taste on thier sheet
Save the prayer
You prepare
In your lair
Unaware
I would rather walk blindly than cheat
Never brave
Nor a slave
I will crave
For the grave
When my exploits are much more discreet