YOU NEVER GOT IT RIGHT,

YOU NEVER SAW THE SPARK,

THAT EARTHLINGS HAVE INSIDE.

YOU’RE TEARING THE EARTH APART,

AND RIPPING THE OBJET D’ART,

THAT MADE MOTHER SO PROUD.

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE WOLVERINE RIGHT BEFORE HIS CLAWS BREAK HIS SKIN.

YOU WILL WAKE UP ONE DAY,

TO FIND OUT IN THE END,

YOU HAVE KILLED ALL YOUR FRIENDS.

THEN, YOU’LL COUNT AND WEIGHT YOUR GOLD,

IT’S HEAVY AND IT’S COLD,

YOU’LL GET YOURSELF A ROPE.

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE WOLVERINE RIGHT BEFORE HIS CLAWS BREAK HIS SKIN.