Does thy swallow thy fatal lies?
Does thy crumble at Sorrow's feet?
Does thy fall when problems arise?
Does thy honour thou dishonest deeds?
I tremble, I cry.
Thy feet burn among solid ice.
Thy destiny is chosen once thou hast thrown the dice.
Thou homely does thou praise, when the devil does thou speak?
Does thy visit thy ancestor's grave, or art thou legs too weak?
Does thy stand among holy ground, and snicker at its history?
Does thy mouth preach the loudest sound, yet cause the biggest catastrophe?
Twas thy I? Twas thy thou?
For art everyone whom don't know,
The life thou led, thou biggest failure to succeed,
Art now to become thy biggest woe.