Look at what I do, I’m at the top of the world
With the wiggle of a finger, I herd all the folks
The flocks are scared of remote controlled cars
They gather in the churches to find their peace
In a picture of a shepherd which I guise as so convincingly
I don’t think the brightest ones will ever shine so far
As to talk to the fainting light of the farthest shining star
Now I’m on the top I know it’s nothing it should feel like
The deepest will I ever built is to tear this shit apart!
I’ll throw this world into the garbage processor
I’ll send it to incinerate, to burn like filthy wastage
It’s so used up and so screwed I don’t know what to do with such a piece of rubbish
Should I refurbish? Or rather blend it and feed it to the fish?
I fought my way to the top of the tallest tree
I am that who hath avoided the wrath god hath laid upon thee
I am the king, I am the almighty god
I am the one, I am everything
I am the puppeteer of the most swollen brains
I am the gloriously hailed lord of the rain
The pi and the theta, the alpha and omega
Just to find out there’s nothing relevant
About this thing of reigning over everyone
I beat everybody to be the emptiest soul in this fucking reality
I give the sheep meaning though here’s only the void of mortality
I feel so unfulfilled to push the weak around
Cause everybody’s scared of a friggin’ plastic toy
I am so annoyed that I’ll have to destroy
When I’m done you can scavenge it from under the filthiest pile of trash
Just another lunatic, poorer hypocrite, to make this world a mess
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