Be curtain less and you\'re a madman
You\'re naked, open, free, light, awake
And you\'re, for all the world, a badman
As you like them their glasses break.
And you\'re a criminal, a man of danger
As they don\'t like their version changer
They\'re used to living with dusty peels
Nudity of their false faces, them, kills.
You want to grab their dreams\' bases;
You want them to see their real faces;
You want them to come to their home;
But they all like, in sleepiness, to roam.
A crowd claims they\'re certainly right
And a true man, for them, a bad plight
They feel jealousy of his healthy life
And in reaction, they invade with knife.
A sinner is winner for some moments
And then all his life spends in repents
Jesus was hanged on the cross once
But they still suffer for the intolerance.