Bully Boss
Feels like a wide open space, the other side of this bed
Can't stand this reality so I choose my ego instead
Arrive at work and enter with a strong proud stride
Don't let them see I am scared and lonely inside
Here everything feels right, they are all under me
Makes me feel I could rule the world eventually
I have already picked out my victims, my stepping stones
My footprint on their head helps me reach my throne
A person of importance inside the walls of this place
My failures are many but at least I won this race
Personal life is empty so I get drunk on these powers
Validate my existence for these eight hours
I take from the world what I was never given
Disguise the child as someone who is driven.
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