In this world of a thousand colors,I see people with a hundred faces,they echo lies as reality,reborn chameleons in all sorts of disguises,their life is a masquerade ball.They pat your shoulder and stab your back,they smile at you and then bite like a viper,a mad world, a filthy world,I wonder, do these peopleever,have just a face of their own?They play filthy games,they switch roles to suit their interests,they delight in someone's misfortune,pretending to feel the pain,but they never even know it,as long as it doesn't fall on their own backs,for they haven't a clue about anyone else.