All guests are in your trap They won't move out Hidden behind your hat Your words are loud. The movements of your arms Impress them all. When hatred leaps out of your lips They howl as well Goats are bleating so loud They need someone to reach for the light But the guide Is a wolf Carried by your own speech You won't move back. They can see what you reach Under their flag. Faith evaporates To reveal your faults. They shoot at you their frustration But it's too late.