The intellectual excrement that you breathe. I’m your god, you are my fool. I control, you are a fool. A treasure of kings and queens, a few of your favorite things. The brain-trust of the world has always conceived. Obsess and you will see, the happiness that it brings. Possession is nine-tenths, of your miserable existence. You are my fool. All crashing down, paying the price for the pain. Take back what you’ve squandered. Into the ground, bury the hope with the sane. Now what’s the problem, so hard to believe. All crashing down, paying the price for the pain. But who’s possessing who? The lie you live.