Look at him go, the king of the perfect life. Always preaching, floating above the strife. Everything I do is wrong, yeah, I bow to your mind. Without your commentary, I’d surely fall behind. Laughing at everyone, looking down from your cloud. Congrats on your ego, man, you must be so proud! So take a bow and pack your bags, oh visionary seer. Lost in the haze of your high and mighty atmosphere. Just keep on fading, convinced that you are right. You’re the smartest sucker in your own kingdom tonight! Oops, did something go wrong? Did you make a mistake? Oh no, my bad, sorry for the mess you make. Blame it on the system, the weather, or the guy next door. You wash your hands of it, because you’re pure to the core. It's an absolute art form how you twist all the facts. While staying ahead and never looking back. So take a bow and pack your bags, oh visionary seer Lost in the haze of your high and mighty atmosphere. Just keep on fading, convinced that you are right You’re the smartest sucker in your own kingdom tonight! Applause for yourself, you're the hero of the plot. In your own fairy tale, you're the master of the lot. A classic narcissist, completely devoid of shame. Congratulations, you've completely changed the game. Keep on believing your own massive, twisted lie. While the rest of us just watch as you pass by. So take a bow and pack your bags, oh visionary seer. Lost in the haze of your high and mighty atmosphere. Just keep on fading, convinced that you are right. You’re the smartest sucker in your own kingdom tonight! And there he stands: the ultimate Teflon spirit. Coated in gloss, so no truth can come near it. Every little blunder just slides right off his skin. And lands on the world as a collective sin. An inverted black hole, eating logic for fun. Spitting out a twisted pile of blame when he’s done. So take a bow and pack your bags, oh visionary seer. Lost in the haze of your high and mighty atmosphere. Just keep on fading, convinced that you are right. You’re the smartest sucker in your own kingdom tonight! So there you sit, on your lonely plastic throne. The emperor with no clothes, completely alone. A walking monument to your own hollow state. A broken record spinning towards its own fate. A lighthouse with no light, but a massive mouth to feed. So applause for yourself... in the logic you lead. Step aside. Moving on. Done.