But such perfection comes in your words.
And such importance remains in your existance.

But isn’t it so ironically imperfect that I’d wise up to your games?
Isn’t it just so wonderful you’d wind up out of place?
And isn’t it so enjoyale to see you slip from your beauty and your grace?

Did you know I’m burning your throne?
Did you even realize your precious crown is missing?
Your pets don’t want you to lead them anymore.

But did you ever think that I could have your crown?
And did you ever notice the I am sitting on a new throne?
And did you ever notice that you lost it all and I gained it?
Your death just meant it was time for me to take over.