shot to the tallest winds
you worship the golden hand of power
I sit and look at your good old friends

you cry and you beg
and you don't have anything to defy you
you have the whole system behind you
brother give me strength
but you never really were my friend

we never really talked
you just defined me sketched me taught me
you just gave me time to rest

you like the feeling of power
a friednd, you bend me over fuck me hard
and then a friend again

you go and sell your soul
oh beautiful power step hard on the ladder
now you've overthrown
and now you ask for mercy

now you are great
finally something
now you are something
(for gidi)

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