Once there was a man with the world in his hands And his visions were known far and wide But power breeds boredom so friends, He ignored them his freedom just withered and died Now he's grown old, reclusive and cold Like a slug rotting deep in it's shell Don't bother to reach him, you're too far beneath him He'll tell you, tell you to go straight to hell He's a cynical fool who's mad at the world For holding him too close to their hearts Becuase they can't compare to his arrogant air With the feeble attempts to be smart And it's not the way they seem That makes him feel so cool It's his stature up above them not because they love him Because he's a cynical fool Sarcastic comments with mean, hateful contents Are considered by him to be mild His a**hole aggression has become an obsession Due to the problems he faced as a child Painted in a corner from slander made to order He goes nowhere, has nothing to do Don't feel sorry for him, just try to ignore him I'm sure he'd do the same for you