"Rise, the faithless kind
And behold, your new king arrived
Now bow to me you peasants of mine"
And so another chapter of this madness unfolds
Where man thinks he's a god and the god's a hero
Like the only star in the sky
The brightest of lights
Epitome of ego
Sui generis
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
You think you're glorious, you're not, you're not worthy
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
You think you're glorious, you're not, non sui generis
"Masses, join our ranks
We swear, we'll save all the world from all evil, from all but us"
When only you're right enemies are everywhere
And of enemies you dont have to care, those lives to spare
Because you're the only star in the sky
The brightest of lights
Epitome of ego
Sui generis
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
You think you're glorious, you're not, you're not worthy
Delusions of grandeur in us reside
Yet nothing is special in our kind
Like our pure existence was a sign
You think you're glorious, you're not, non sui generis
Like our pure existence was a sign
You think you're glorious, you're not, non sui generis
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