Are you certain about what you're doing?
Are you certain about how you've lived?
Is there something that you have to cure
Inside body made of soul and skin?

Are you sure that it's none of your business
Someone's feelings that you have just seen?
You're infected with some kind of illness,
Torn apart by which you've always been.

Is there anything here, you're afraid of?
Or it's fine to be cold as a rock?
Why don't you pick a part to be fair more,
And prepare yourself for the worst?

Why you always keep on the escaping,
Is it hard to stand for your own rights?
Is it hard for you to stop blaming,
All the people you're willing to hug?

You are useless, a piece of a problem,
Always trying to put on a mask.
Spreading what you're unwilling to solving,
Losing what is not hard to detect.