I have become The upper man for now I look down Now it’s your turn to bow I don’t waste Any more energy You have started My own anarchy You mean nothing to me I don’t deserve These things you’ve put me through I was your friend But now you’re my foe I don’t care any longer It is your turn, you see You see You mean nothing to me Perfect, in imperfection Reject, by indirection Reflect, without reaction You mean nothing to me