Let them hate me, so long as they fear me,
It doesn't seem right, but it doesn't, seem wrong,
It is good to be the King, when death comes by dawn
But bad to be the pawn,
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown but
I can get used to this, malevolent sound
My bloodline has ensured the protection of my endowment
You can call me a demagogue;
I don't want to be an angel, I just want to play a god
Driven by cultural ego, This is the norm, it's not odd,
Powerless to prevent, self destruction
But I will engineer an empire
With lavish construction, Whispers of assassination
Echo through these halls, Watch as their lifeless body falls
Thoughts in the mind start to clash, scorched earth policy
Watch and laugh as my city is reduced to ash,
This is my dysfunctional legacy
No one learns, but we are all set to fail
Decadence and indulgence will always
Prevail, Imagine one that's proud but practical
But in the end, our madness is what is remembered by all
Tragic and eloquent, what an artist that dies in me