Peope are funny and stupid, all right
Cannot you see it in their foul eyes
But there is a treatment hidden in fog of The Force
You are lost under the sky of traitorous pigs, going on your own way
Future's distraction, and present's attraction
The rest is a dust
The rest is a Past
And people are foolish
People are funny

Suffering quietly just as once were
But life is a leech, go hide elsewhere
Love or reproach, my God, doesn't matter
Convince her to write me a simple short letter:
Headlong, don't give up on me
Niether success or a failure is lie
Created by humans for life
Thy people are foolish
People are funny