His voice is a spell
The one that made me fell
From my cloud of wisdom
to the ground of his kingdom

where every thought is insane
every of his words consume my brain
His wishes are my command
And to these, there is no end

I know how it does sound
I can see my pride on the ground
But I can't care less
Less about what's going around

My selfishness has his name
Doesn’t matter if it sounds lame