So you have a little world
And you think your world has meaning
But I take your world
For spite, for sport
So what will you do now?
And you have a little god
And you pray your god has power
But I kill your god
For sport, for spite
So what will you do now?
You’re respected at your job
You work in four felt walls
But you can’t have a job when I’m around since your hearing won’t turn down
So you go back to school
To excel as you always do
Campus politics just make you laugh
They’ll never reach in you
Still you feel a little small
Fuck your student in the hall
But I taunt you and you hear me still so you fuck her like a queer
But you carve a little niche
You’ve got room to invite friends
And you cast your thoughts in radii like you perceive a web
Or a crystal when it’s dead
And you lash at the strength of the helpless
Trapped in the techniques of the weak
And I can’t really stop this little game of vengeance
Until you can lie still on top of me
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