He sits in his room and plots the world's demise
Through this musky gloom comes all light to his eyes
This darkened vision, this darkened sight
Unwelcome decisions taken in perpetual night
And this propagates, spawning new dilemmas and questions
But he's started this class and is determined to learn the lesson
There is a grandeur, and a certain amount of style
To dark this pure, as he sits and ponders a while
As he sees himself, stood on top of it all
Standing on the back of the world that he made fall
His plans have come to fruition, come to an end
He's a king with ambition, no more need now to pretend
He's been hiding himself so long, and his true potential
But now power courses through him in a manner almost sensual
And he can see everything else, stood in awe finally aware
Or exactly who it is they see standing there
They finally notice, they finally recognise
Too late the mist has been drawn from all their eyes
He can see himself now, finally who he deserves to be
This vision he sees through the dark with such clarity
Ah even the manic, the megalomaniac and king
Can be drawn asunder by even the simplest of things
He so focussed on his vision of being Lord of all
He's forgotten he needs a plan to make the Earth fall
He sees so far ahead he can't take a single step forward
He's stuck in the present, but if he can't help himself then who would
The grandest ambitions can lay waste to the greatest of men
As he sits forgets that life is an 'if' not a 'when'.
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