I have come I have gone,
I have walked, I have stood,
I have had my body pushed against the wall.
I have learned, trust no one. No one.
Not the man who warms you bed,
not the professors who fill your head,
not the parties in the fray,
whose rhetoric holds the day.
Trust no one,
not the voices that claim for good,
or the lonely misunderstood.
Trust no one my child, trust no one.
For in the bitter end,
they will steal the smallest value,
and think they were a friend.