Away from the wicked world,
away from the greater fool,
my feet step into the watery pool
and didn’t hear whatever I’m told.

My heart didn’t cared what they think,
what they say and what they bark.
They are my yesterday’s lark.
My eyes not even a second blink.

Jesters are they that deride,
ignorant of my future day,
where the Sun chars thier hay
and into ash turns thier pride.

Away from thier disgusting shadows,
far away from thier boasting luck,
I don’t give a damn and damn f**k
Let ’em celebrate, the fulsome dodos.

Now get up and f**k yourselves,
you pesky A******s and filthiness,
I travel into the lonely wilderness,
where my soul into it’s depths delves.