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   You 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