It is hidden, you won’t find it.
Nobody knows where it’s kept.
Ask, and I won’t tell.
For you won’t see it past this smile.
The strange roads leading are wicked.
You will lose your way, I bet,
For you think you know me well,
Without walking my steps for a mile.
One step towards the darkest pit,
Fall and this road you will forget.
Your words to me you think to sell,
But I can cover and to your face, I lie