He's crazy
Going to the bad
Walking in the darkness
He can't say he is right
He wants to say
“I am the dictator
I can do as I like”
But he is worried
The cortisol will rise
Within his body of engines
It may put a stop to it all
But he's crazy
He doesn't think through
He thinks of power
He can do as he pleases
Nobody can touch him
He's crazy
He should spend a moment
Look into his age of mortality
Learn to do good
Leave a legacy
Where history can be proud
But he's crazy
He lives in his own blues
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