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The Megalomania Years
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Me (Low) So, you think you're special
Better than the rest
Just because you've been knocked down
By the "movement crowd"
"Move with the times"
Said the popular kid
And you ignored him
Thinking you had to be yourself
Well you should have listened to yourself
Your nothing more than unique
With no more rights
And no less fights
No magic powers
No super flight
Your autonomy has betrayed itself
You cannot give in
So, what do you want?
Complete control?
Unlimited security?
Or the belief that you cannot die
Your too dependant
On your frustrated anxiety
Waiting for your time to come
Waiting for your evolution
You don't need to wait
Or hope for your dominion
Just try to help yourself
And maybe you can win someday
