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I walk down these streets
and I see through the people
They're transparent as glass,
and their facades are feeble.

All they stand for is themselves
they care for no others
All honour they have is dead
And they pass this on to their brothers.

The false faces don't fool me
I see down to their hearts
Their purposes clear to me
In my world they have no part.