Pathetic people pick their pace
The dirt and disgustdigs into desperation
In flecks it findsthe freshest faces
As they laugh, I lose, to face frustation

Vibrant villages call my vessel
Incorrect intentions imitate to hide their mess
Why wonder if one is more or worse is special
I have dislike for those people, to confess

It's only charactercrossing the care in deal
Shutting off suspects to save me or show a seal

I am accurate only alone
Without other humans
Inside myself I find its a comfort zone