So you think you're my savior
Trying to save me
From all that you think
I don't know
But you do
You just know it all
And that makes you
Some kind of a God
As you worship your
disease
And all that it brings you
Art is your muse
Magic your obsession
You like to judge and accuse
Like you have the right to
Sitting upon your throne
Of everything you think
You know