Rotten egg are now served as delicacy
An outcast now eaten by kings and Queens
For my nonchalant attitude
It couldn't spear
The word we bury it down to our bag
Forgetting it bad smell because fragrance is now the call of the day
Confirmily soul are drawing close
Even after knowing the truth
Not noticing the signs that have been dotted in time past
All waste to the prophet
Oh! I can hear the drum and my fear is strong
Deliver me from the fire
Will be the cry of many
Pierce a thousand times
But couldn't die
Regret will be the fate of many
Who were wanting more
