I’ve been begging
All year now I’ve been on the run
From your nagging
The wishing the yelling
It seems never-ending
There’s been prayer cause I have
Built churches to please you
Carved out the stones with
My own bleeding hands
Yet you’re telling me
Don’t make a fuss
We have cameras rolling
Pull up the curtain and
Don’t forget to be thankful
After you serve
Also, hurry
You’re my own creation
Yet stick out in my nightmares
With power that
No stack of papers should hold
A thesis they told me is just-so the challenge
To make your ambition shrink
Hand in to stop worries
About fitting the mold
(Ingeleverd met succes!)