

(hahaha) Oh, look at them shine in the midday sun
With their golden capes,
thinking they have won (hahaha) I play the weakling,
I take the fall
While they take the credit,
I take it all
Let them cast their giant glare I make my home in the
darkness there The bigger they stand,
the more they blind I'm the quiet master of your mind
I roll the dice,
I pull the strings I feed on the weight of their golden
wings (ooh) Am I the sinner,
or the saint in disguise?
I devour the world while they look at the skies
Losing the battle was my favorite play A calculated feast to make
them pay
Morals in my left hand,
ruin in my right I eat their seven sins in the dead
of night
(hahaha) Yeah,
congratulations on your victory (yummm)
Just how I planned it...