There's the way, yet you sit tight. You will not know what I'll describe: A state of mind, you are in, Called ignorance, the mother of sin. Your inner demon makes you blind. Self-satisfaction blocks your mind. How many times you dropped a brick, But you don't care a pap for it. And no one has done anything to you. Full of fret, full of hate The things you say, the things you do. A lot of pride circulates. Your little demon talks to you. And no one has done anything to you. How can I tell you, that I hate you. You're hating yourself. How can I tell you, that I like you. You need no one. Here is my helping hand. Don't turn down, I offer it just once!