Whowho never showed you
About the easy way
Whose robes did they trade you
For such an easy life
Whowho never showed you
About the easy way
Whowho never told you
About the perfect life
Guess it's some kind of
Some guarantee
You'll never see.

If I was a photographer
Picture taking
Beautiful people
I guess I'd make a mistake
'cause I'd probably take a
Picture of you.

Whowho never showed you
About the easy way.

And whose robes did they trade you
For such a perfect life
That's such a guarantee.

It leaves some certain sickness
You'll never know
Inside of me

That's all I have.