This is not the noble game,
It's also not the price of fame.
Expect that I may lie,
About the things you have to try.

You always see me from behind,
Always think that I am kind.
Expect that I may see,
Whatever you have planned for me.

When all is sealed and signed,
You prostitute your mind.

This is not the noble game,
And I am not the one to blame.
Feel free to conquer me,
But what you want I'll never be.

The little things you want to know,
Make me big and make me grow.
Expect to never see,
The face behind my decency.

When all is sealed and signed,
You prostitute your mind.

Sealed and signed.