You sit in your ivory tower; believe that world revolves around you
But you don’t realise that your tower is built on false prophecy
You believe in your might, you believe you are right
Leaving no room for error, becoming unsinkable
You are black and white and no shades of grey
Judgments are exterior and you feel superior
Everything remains the same, you will win the game
Your actions are holy, and we shall bow
As you become stagnate we shall flow
And weave and lace through the cracks
As the smallest cracks can destroy your tower
And that’s why we will always have the power
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