Look at yourself in the mirror
It's not beauty, it's only stupidity
Hell is the others
But one day, it'll be your turn
And no one will help you
When this party ends
When the metaphor fails
And the joke's on you
I know that your venom
Is as little as the evil it did
Imperfect future
Even what was certain won't be anymore, maybe
And no one will look for you
When it'll be easy to find you
Only the beggars will wear
The same clothes as you
What you say has short legs
Look now, your nose is growing
Your smile is make-up, it's only an artifice
And everyone sees it
And no one will forgive you
When the news get around
And when you least expect it,
No one will remember you