What the hell I feel like a satellite I dislike what I see The me me Can´t be disguise From the outsight eyes Excuses of have to Cause other do I don't really hate But despise the behave Claiming is not the fate To live a life on wicked lie The cries fill the skies Overlooked in the mind Transparent to others life Some would say we are demonized There is nothing hidden We are different but alike Serve yourself Let others burn Denying the fact is a lie The cries fill the skies Overlooked in the mind Transparent to others life Some would say we are demonized I don't really hate But despise the behave Claiming is not the fate To live a life on wicked lie Meaningless complaining Ridiculous behaving The breath stinks of reproach.