From the empty seats
The curtains come up never again
Slowly
The rest slide open
(Have you realized that those
Who looks at you through the straw foolishly?)
But the hours are flying
To wait long is to endure
Rogue, end the contest
Let me do the talking
Dimbran, you are too loud
You are pale and conceited, you are a coward and you are empty
Pure jealousy
He did your mother never called you disgraceful
Fake wonder
Your progress at the end of the wave
And you lost the plan
To choke contentedly in pain< br/>He interpreted this
Your goose threatens nothing
Rogue, stop the competition
Let me speak
Dimbran, I stretched you too high
You pale conceited you coward and you are empty
Have you realized that those
Who look at you through straw are fools, fools
Shake hand for tonight
Sure to come back