I was driving home late, head spinning from the win, When I met these three glitches, thick as thieves, paper thin. They didn’t use words, they used a code I could read, Said, “You’re moving up the ladder with lightning speed.” They called me the CEO before I’d even applied, And something shifted deep, somewhere dark inside. I told my wife the news, sent a text, hit send, She said, “If you want the crown, then the rules gotta bend.” She said, “You’re too soft, you’ve got too much heart, You need to be a killer if you want to play the part. Look like the innocent flower on the corporate lawn, But be the serpent underneath from dusk until dawn.” The boss came over for dinner, staying the night, The perfect opportunity to put out his light. I saw a vision in the hallway, a blade in the air, Pointing to his bedroom... I was already there. I did the deed and I washed off the red, But the silence in the house started messing with my head. I heard a voice screaming, “Macbeth kills sleep!” Now the hole I’m digging is getting way too deep. I had to take out my best friend, he knew too much, Now everyone I love has the "traitor" touch. I’m seeing ghosts at the banquet, losing my grip, Watching my empire start to slide and slip. I went back to the glitches, demanded the truth, They said, “No man born can touch you, in age or in youth. You’re safe until the forest moves up to your gate,” I laughed and I cheered, thinking I’d cheated fate. But then the news came in, the forest started to climb, Soldiers using branches, running out of time. And the man leading the charge? He wasn't "born" the usual way, A surgical birth, and now it’s my judgment day. My wife lost her mind, couldn't wash out the stain, Now I’m standing alone in the wind and the rain. Life’s just a shadow, a bad actor on a stage, A story told by an idiot, full of noise and rage. It doesn’t mean a thing, it’s all just a blur, I traded my soul for a "Sir" and a "Her." The crown is heavy and the floor is slick, Turns out the "prophecy" was just a cruel trick.