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?