You think only those could be equal to us,
Who still keeps on acting and speaking your way,
Who lives in the prison of grey stone and glass,
Who sleeps at the night and deceives at the day,
And you never try just to open your eyes,
You"re one of those worms, that don"t need the truth
And turn to the virtues each their damned vice,
Because of the fear you try to mask too.