You think you know me,
No one knows me,
Got problems that doofuses can't see,
I suffer from my changeability
Rising the price of my sanity
Wallowing in my mortality,
Obssessed with the finality,
And the death of all that come after me,
Idiots who think they can capture me,
Criminals who try to enrapture me
With greed who plead and scheme and dream
But have no imaginative mastery.
At the top (its so damn lonely)
At the top (I'm the lord)
At the top (the sky's a limit)
At the top (I'm so damn bored)
Refresh me on that little mantra,
That said be good because of Santa,
Well I'll be bad because you can't just,
Take a man and make him have to,
Follow you, unless you're me,
Then you can do just what you please,
I'm heaven-sent get on your knees
Watch the Westwood pay your fees.
I'm the man-oh wait I'm not,
I'm The Spider, I forgot.
Why don't you break this lock for me?
I pull the strings of this mockery.
At the top (It's so damn lonely)
At the top (I am lord)
At the top (The sky's a limit)
At the top (I'm so damn bored)
I'm sick of stayin' sick of playin'
Naming gaming death and mayhem.
It doesn't matter how you say 'em,
These words are true and gonna lay'em
Flat, splat, right on the mat,
Don't even try to run like that,
I won't get my own hands dirty,
I'm too young, just past thirty,
I'll just snap, spring a trap,
And now I don't give a crap,
Just throw him here, never fear,
We'll disappear when I finish this rap.
Chorus 3 x
