I will make myself a king
With power over all
The center of the universe
I will make the call
Deciding whose deserving
Of love received this day
And who will bear my shoulder cold
Whoevers in my way
The world will change its view
Depending on my mood
Who will be ignored
And whom will I include
They will know their value
Of how well they now serve me
They better give me compliments
For my divinity
Because I am so deserving
My expectations must be met
My happiness will all depend
Upon the things that I can get
And when my life comes to the end
I’ll hold in empty hands
The loneliness of a wasted life
Fell into the devils plans
I would never speak these thoughts
Perhaps the words are stretched
But as I go about my day
Are they so farfetched?
