17 July 2012
I remember the time when I had to hide my head in a 'so called' shame, Because of something you thought gave you reason to blame, But now I'm strong, and you've become weak, So I'm setting the rules, to make this world not obsolete, I'll find you a new home, in the crypts of my harrows, And I'll sit and watch you slowly die in the shadows,
All this disappointment you forced upon me, Has only made me stronger, now who finds this situation funny? I called for a messenger to bring about peace, Because you couldn't give it to me, even a glimmer of hope, couldn't I have had that at least? But now I've made the government, the congress and the law, I'll listen to you scrabble for food, as you look through trash for more,
I'm making the rules now, I'm setting my mark, I'm not afraid of you anymore, I get to think with my own heart, So don't tell me how I'm supposed to feel, this is my new world order, And I'm doing whatever I want,
I hated the way you'd point, laugh and call me a name, So I'd lie down and think is there really anyone to blame? I'd hear the words, with some becoming dire, But whose laughing now? Whose the highest flyer? I'll often stop see you suffering and I hope it hurts, Because now I realise that everything you said, all those words, were just words.
- Greg Jones
New World Order • Opuss № I