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 entitled, 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