They can't perform it, yet they assign us those difficult task
This hypocrite society has, god knows, how many masks.

They tell me i am stupid and ill-mannered
They hate me, yet tell me to be myself.
They tell me to focus on my goals, yet act as obstacles
They expect me to win, yet call me a loser.
They criticize every one of my actions.

In their narrow little world, everybody is wrong.
They even call it wrong, when someone does nice things to them.

They treat me like this, because they cant get any benefit from me.
But people with benefits, get treated like kings.

Mistakes of these kings get called "Style", in their world.
But my greatest deeds are considered "Crimes"

The words of these Kings get treated like an "Order"
But words of mine are considered a stray dog's bark.

The benefits that Kings come with, has shine in them.
But, my simple life creates a pungent odor in me.

Am i bad, just because i don't have a better mask then them?
This mask of hypocrisy that these people wear.

I get called imperfect, though, because my mask is not as good.
This society will never change, their narrow world will remain.

This is how society has made up this narrow world.
Everyone, but them, have to follow their rules

In where the losers will always be the losers.
And winners will keep winning.