Canon 27

I get out of my room,

I get out from the world.

Just to seek for an answer,

we start with the poker player.

The undecided gone freeze,

Oh it irritates me and I hate it.

So much of hatred intensively,

but we love it and we hate it.

Honey! My money jealousy.

Gone into your head so pity.

Money! My honey and authority.

Gone into their body so lusty.

Give you all the cars keys

Give you all my houses keys

Give you all my meats and luxuries

but your mind is empty and soul is aching

because you can't see all my inner beauties.

Oh I love you honey sipping wine,

Oh I hate you money seeking why,

You seem overwhelming, all mighty.

but you seem devastating, lonely.

I rather die young or die awfully,

With all the answers I desired for,

for the mankind sin of youth,

and the desperate me after truth.