When you are in constant pain,
There’s no sun but endless rain.
All your efforts are in vain,
And the world appears like there’s nothing to gain.
Gradually you start to wonder whether you are still sane,
Your thoughts resemble an unstoppable train.
Oh! You’ve got to reroute your brain,
And you must cut off the evil chain.
If you succeed, you can pour yourself a glass of champaign,
Because then you will be the world’s new reign.