You are always trying to be perfect
Your ambition is growing
You want more and more, every second
But you will regret
Wheel of fortune
Please, have mercy
Of this people
That are blind
Now you think you are godlike
You have sure that everyone loves you
They are under your feet (but they don't)
Your time is coming
How does it feel to be hated?
I told you, it was an illusion
Now you are under decadence
All you want to be is nothing
Again!
Nothing!
Wheel of fortune
Please, have mercy
Of this people
That are blind
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