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 embarra**ing 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 ...