Power (Live)
From their apartments in the human hive,
cicada people swarm and writhe,
shrieking out delirious lies
at me.
Like windy fields of wheat on fire,
they undulate in stupid ire.
They want a pig for slaughter and a pyre
from me.
From his self important stratosphere,
our fearless leader reappears,
pandering pathetically for cheers
from us.
Like an animatronic puppeteer,
his scarecrow smile manufactures fear.
This plastic statue mindlessly jeers
at us.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
In their asphyxiated asphalt hell,
the pixelated crowd rebels.
The streets are theirs, but I'll save them from themselves,
they'll see.
In his recalcitrant teleprompted shell,
the establishment acts underwhelmed.
The stage is his, but we'll save him from himself,
he'll see.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
You pinned me to a pedestal.
You locked us into spreadsheet cells.
No more parodies; no more effigies.
No more sunglassed guards or mirrored cars.
You're looking at yourselves, don't you see?
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
cicada people swarm and writhe,
shrieking out delirious lies
at me.
Like windy fields of wheat on fire,
they undulate in stupid ire.
They want a pig for slaughter and a pyre
from me.
From his self important stratosphere,
our fearless leader reappears,
pandering pathetically for cheers
from us.
Like an animatronic puppeteer,
his scarecrow smile manufactures fear.
This plastic statue mindlessly jeers
at us.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
In their asphyxiated asphalt hell,
the pixelated crowd rebels.
The streets are theirs, but I'll save them from themselves,
they'll see.
In his recalcitrant teleprompted shell,
the establishment acts underwhelmed.
The stage is his, but we'll save him from himself,
he'll see.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
You pinned me to a pedestal.
You locked us into spreadsheet cells.
No more parodies; no more effigies.
No more sunglassed guards or mirrored cars.
You're looking at yourselves, don't you see?
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
I am not afraid to be your villain.
I am not afraid — I'll be forgiven.
There will come a day when you recognize my power,
and we're on top of the world.
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Hale Mccarty
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