An Illusion of Grandeur

Megalomaniacal eyes Burning irises; emerald flames Melting pupils; the blackest rain (reign) You know you murder the world You know you perforate its heart Its soul You spill its blood Don’t you, kid? You know you exterminate its gravity We’ve dropped into the palm of your hand Now, you’ve got the wooden world dancing on strings Don’t you, kid? Where’s your humanity? Where’d you bury your sanity? Dig it up Dig it up Resuscitate its breath Because you’re on a fast road to downtown death But you know you’re too great for death You know death cannot overcome you No one can defeat you But essentially you’re nothing You’re nobody You’re in my head You're me.