I see the world for its brutal realities,
Don't necessarily believe in philosophies;
Into the depths of people, I don't pry,
I know what I am; cynical, ain't I?

Sufferings don't make me budge,
Harshly sometimes I judge;
Don't mostly feel for eyes that cry,
I know what I am; brutal, ain't I?

Once a priest, now an atheist,
Sometimes a Messiah, sometimes a sadist;
Sins with a straight face I deny
I know what I am; atrocious, ain't I?

Emotions I play, hearts I slay,
I'd never make one man my bae;
Norms in a breath I defy,
I know what I am; sluttish ain't I?

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