Cynical Fool

Once there was a man with the world in his hands
And his visions were known far and wide
But power breeds boredom, so friends, he ignored them
His freedom just withered and died

Now he's grown old, reclusive, and cold
Like a slug rotting deep in its shell
(Deep in its shell)
Don't bother to reach him, you're too far beneath him
He'll tell you
Tell you to go straight to hell

He's a cynical fool who's mad at the world
For holding him close to their hearts
'Cause they can't compare to his arrogant air
With their feeble attempts to be smart
And it's not the way they see him
That makes him feel so cool
It's his stature up above them, not 'cause they love him
Because he's a cynical fool

Sarcastic comments with mean, hateful contents
Are considered by him to be mild
His asshole aggression has become an obsession
Due to problems he faced as a child

Painted in a corner from slander made to order
He goes nowhere, has nothing to do
(Nothing to do)
Don't feel sorry for him, just try to ignore him
I'm sure he'd do the same for you