there's something that quite maddens me
I've always been a privileged one, you see
someone who gets to feel their muscles flex beneath their skin
outmatching the sun with a smile so bright and an always raised chin
earning the respect of my peers and all friends
the floods of praise and flattery knowing no ends
what a wonderful life, youthful and ardend
so how come that my fervent heart has so hardend?
because it's not a privilege, after all
so first was the rise, now here comes the fall
for these wings were made to soar, to fly
exploring the far beyond, above the blue sky
my body wants to feel the blood pumping
muscles tensing up while I'm jumping
the gold bronzen skin glistening in the lights
while I climb further and further, reaching new heights
this is what I crave, it is what I need
movement for my limbs and a mind that can feed
but how can I use my gifts and talents
if each and all are sacrificed for peasents
the ones that cannot do it, no skills of their own
relying on others for strength to loan
so tell me I'm gifted, tell me I'm blessed
because it's just not true, to that I attest
you can call me entilted, don't care if I am
but I want something else, to hell with this plan
so I shall slaughter these pigs, wade through their foul blood
no more will I obey, I will become god
so listen now, as the one who ascends
worship me for this is where it ends
thinking about it, I should've been more grateful
then again, too much praise
turned out
to be
fatal
- j.k
