From rich to poor
Everyone is filled with mysteries
From past to the future
Everyone has secret histories
We promise not to tell
But most people spill the beans
There is no guarantee
As we are not all machines
One bad day of hatred
And friend turns into an enemy
The secrets will be out
And you will feel like a committed felony
Lucky are those
Who take secrets to their grave
The ones who use it
Can make the helpless one a slave
People come in different colors
Be aware of who you can trust
Tell your secrets only to the loyal ones
Or else the evil ones will turn you to dust
