guarded by your rood
your pretended innocence
so indescent and rude
your greed for endearment
you can follow every lane
but there´s no trail
i'm not your muse
you can try it to explain
but that´s in vain
this is for sure
your infinite demand
so boring and embarrassing
your craving for advance
just nourish my denial
there is no need to follow
my fairway so blind
´cause there´s a lot you don't know
in the scenery behind
there is no trail
please stay away
you can just fail
please stay away
you can follow ...
