Lord don't reveal my thoughts to the others,
I'm afraid of that, and it really bothers.
But He's not like me, He's almighty and divine,
He'll not betray me; it will be just fine.
His enemies plant all the dirty seeds...
"Just pull out all those dirty weeds!"
I'm talking now, like I'm a saint,
but I'm a painter who cannot paint!
I talk and play just like the fools,
it feels sometimes like useless tools...
"It's better Sasha not to write or talk!"
So they sent me for a long, long walk.