What we see as black, they see as white
What we see as light, they see as darkness
When we say it's dusk, they say it's dawn
They conceal what we foresee
We call it pride, they call it aggressiveness
We call it assault; they name it fun
We call it lawlessness, they call it patriotism
We call it nepotism, they call it patriotism
A cockerel at dawn will soon reveal
While we all appear in the potter's house
Where we all give an account
Either good or bad
