I have become The upper man for now I look down Now it's your turn to bow I don't waste Any more energy You have started My own anarchy You mean nothing to me I don't deserve These things you've put me through, I was your friend But now you're my foe I don't care any longer It is your turn, you see You see You mean nothing to me Perfect, in imperfection, Reject, by indirection Reflect, without reaction You mean nothing to me (Xlotmeister)