You could never testimony the
Pleasures of having your skin so thick
If once in your life you weren't
So rotten, so painfully sick
Take the advantage of all the bad things
That happened to your mind
And after a while thoughts will
Eventually become very kind
Take a deep breath and look
Deep into your soul
Tell me, is it filled with gold or
Burnt with the coal?
Both things are good
If you twist some things around
And even though you might be burnt
Gold can still be found
