Return to the river that roars And razes ravaged lives And remember: Your mistakes will find you And history defines you So hey, hey, Little Reprobate Say "hi" To your fate The one you built inside. Take watch A chalice of broken glass Falls dry as the story unfolds
He lives in a world Of never and always Even though there is No such land. You could explain All the facts to him But he would fail to Grasp them or understand.
It’s all about opinion And how he feels And the way he thinks About what he sees. Nothing fazes him Nothing teaches him And no hint of reality Brings him to his knees.
He only cares about What he wants to have Or what he wants To make you believe. He doesn’t love anyone He hates almost everyone He only gets upset But he never grieves.
He looks into the mirror And only sees himself Because in his universe There is nobody else. You are just something That is here to be used. If he badly wants to do it He is allowed to abuse.
After all, sun and moon Revolve, rise and set on him. In his solar system one star shines Everything else is very dim. Since he is rich, and can afford it He keeps paid companions close. He can stand free thinkers Only by the miniature dose.