Cover me with style, for i am gone,
Cover me with lies, it can't be wrong.
I'm gone and missing, for now on,
I am departed, and the reason is known.
The quazar of the questions, and the emphasis
The reason I'm mute and my act ain't clean,
I've seen the lights, and chosed to be blind,
Forgive me, any lords, this is my time.
Cover my tracks and spoil my ashes,
Cover and discover, reasons to hate,
Let me rest at peace, aside of your kingdom
There ain't much to cypher, for lame I am.