When you've been pushed to the side you feel kind of useless. It feels like something's left inside. So do it right this time, and leave that stuff behind.
A snake, a fake, he's lame, he's in the game. For the money and for the fame. A spin, a grin, he's on and then we yawn. He steals the credit, then he is gone.
I'm leaving the Wat, to Buddhism no longer loyal. I'm breaking my heart as my compassion to the third world turned to greed. Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal.