Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken   Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?   Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours   Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?      I know the truth awaits me   But still I hesitate because of fear      Skipping tickets making rhymes   Is that all that you believe in?   Wearing rags to make you pretty by design   Rusting armour for effect   It's not fun to watch the rust grow   For it will all be over when you're dead      Counting acts and clutching thoughts   By the river where the moss grows   Over rocks the water running all the time   Is it wicked when you smile   Even though you feel like crying   Even though you could be sick at any time?      But if there was a sequel   Would you love me as an equal?   Would you love me till I'm dead      [Instrumental]      If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal?   Would you love me till I'm dead   And if there was a sequel   Would you love me as an equal?   Would you love me till I'm dead   Or is there someone else instead?