I feel better when the celestial's not hereBut the powers of the god of poverty get a lot strongerWhen the celestial leftI'm lying on a bed of thorns hereSomebody please save me......My popularity would surely fallIf people on the outside knew I was housing two freeloadersI feel much more tired when they're hereTotally skyrocketed!!!The loss of my castle's wealthI could keep my composure butIt went too far