| I’ve grown sick and tired from what mankind can offer me
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| I learned to know that I’m better than anyone I’ll ever meet
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| My parents thought that I’m a beacon of despair
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| And still they grant me freedom to accomplish my malign affairs
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| A secret tyrant
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| Assume control
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| Of earth’s entire providence
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| With no one watching
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| Imminent fall
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| Degenerated brilliance
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| I find social interactions nothing but a waste of time
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| The usage of my resources feels just like a tactical sublime
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| I couldn’t care less for your whimpering façade
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| I’ve trained a whole lifetime to stand against you and your odds
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| Authentic genius
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| Caprices' crown
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| An outcast of misbegotten deeds
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| With unclear reason
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| Vague shaded bounds
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| Can’t trust the hand that feeds
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| All fair in love and war, and you’ll get no love from me
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| Pacifists can’t settle scores,
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| Dare to walk this road and see
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| Shadow of my former self, a dry and empty crust
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| Spreading judgement from mom’s basement, homemade holocaust
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| Duct-taped philosophies tie another node
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| I’m armed to my teeth as my master-plan unfolds
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| Behavior is a riddle scarring me with doubt
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| And what is this compassion that you talk about
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| A deadly password
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| Rmeoved with ease
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| Fortifications broken down
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| Keep pressing forward
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| The end complete
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| A kid with a hundred atom bombs |