High on your throne of apathetic perfection With a Matter's Degree in the an of provocation The judge and jury, the grudge and fury Still there's no blood on your hands Light the fuse and spread the abuse Keep yourself from a safe distance You regard yourself as the equator of humanity Can't do nothing wrong when doing nothing at all Your cup runneth over with envy The pride and prejudice, deep rooted cowardice Your chants of disdain shall echo as silence Come full circle with your animosity Your joy in life depends on others' misery and Failures Fall victim to your own cynical nature The backfire of vanity By ignorance you base defined your strength Having no idols apart from yourself Feeding an illusion Living a delusion The mirror reflects the enemy Gloria in excelsis Ego Curves reverse From the lack of response You reap what you sow Gloria in excelsis Ego The bitterness is yours all alone Dismissed and dethroned