What a wicked and dangerous world that steers at me

Filled with snakes, scorpions, sheep and wild wolves

Men that acts like snake, filled with deadly venom

People that acts like scorpions, filled with deadly poisons

The helpless that moves like a sheep lost in deep thought

And the wicked, panting like a dreaded wild wolf of death

I try to please the world with all my strength and might

And, I try to love everyone as I love my dear self

And even when I try to lay bare my heart of hearts out

Yet, the more I impress, the very more I regret by day

And the more I express, the more I dwindle into nothing

That’s the picture of the vanity and vacuum we seized

Best friends of the breed of the ancient cannibals of life

Feeding on each other to grow an endless pot bellies

With their faces glittering like the shinning morning star

And their hearts equipped with the weapons of destruction    

Sending muscles of death through their smiling faces

That’s the wicked world, the daring world we live in