I am a rotten apple
In a tree of juicy fruit
I don't make mistakes
I'm hardly ever annoyed
I am beloved
I'm respected and twisted
I am the one
But little bit frustated
I am adapted
From predesessors of me
'bout to collapse
My motivation's greed
I'm a decent citizen
I'm a decent citizen
Faker, pretender, compulsive diligence
I'm just an illusion of real me
Taker, donator, betrayer
Enviroment offers me all i need
What else do i need?
I have inherited commanding
Sound of my voice
I am a desperado
Dressed in fancy suits
I'm a decent citizen
I'm a decent citizen
