success rides on the effort of many men or one man
perpetuating throughout the universe with the precision
eccentrics would envy for eons, and eagerly offer egoistic
nevermores upon his name, without an ounce of knowing
corners will forever remain the worst place to be, you see
even if you're able to make a comeback, it's cantankerous
remind me there's a bit of awful deceit in each play they make
go, there ain't much for you here, i haven't the faintest clue
leagues of winds clash against my fit, and i turn my head
even if you're able to make a comeback, it's cantankerous
evenly split your soul, and make the best decision, please
