I don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore
Does this thought sound familiar?
Like the time that I reached out my hand and uttered a word of respect
That was my problem, respect, it was too much to ask of you
If you could find time in your busy schedule of clothing
Your mindless victims in the absolute nothingness that you have to offer
You may have noticed me cheering on your feeble battle
Good luck
Maybe one day you'll rise to the top of our great scene
And maybe, just maybe, you'll glance back to laugh
At those you crushed to get there, you coward
You are such a coward, never again will I reach out my hand
In respect of you, never you coward, you are such a coward