It must be nice to be as cold as ice and live with a heart of stone. No need to think twice in a fools paradise when your head is so overblown. Existing so high you can touch the sky from your pillar of ivory and gold. Everyday you lie just to pacify an ego which can't be controlled. You don't play fair nor do you care who's heart you might break next. Another sordid affair caught in your snare treating women like they are objects. Looking down on all like you're 12 feet tall does not make you a bigger man. Laughing as they fall watching them crawl forgetting where your own life began. Just keep living in excess striving to impress surrounded by all your cool ****... Because what you possess when dead from stress in purgatory, won't matter one bit.