The self has fallen prey to the self,
now you're burning ants just because you can.
Where once before the lines were dim,
you've let them thicken to box you in,
and out went grace.
Your grasp of humility puts Empedocles to shame,
such fools to doubt the ego's power...

The ego's power yeah,
for all the talk,
you bear the same mortality as those you mock and tread upon.
You're unaware, unaware that you need the bottom to hold the top...
to hold the top.

Nailed to the want and need,
for peasants to be thrown down at your feet.
No time spare, you're too engaged in kissing mirrors and saving face;
to face up to the common ground between you and the victims of your ego's power...

The ego's power yeah,
for all the talk,
you bear the same mortality as those you mock and tread upon.
You're unaware, unaware that you need the bottom to hold the top...
to hold the top.

(You ain't got nothing on me, nothing on me)

As you look down from the height of your pedestal; to the ground below,
and the distance sends a rush of blood to your head;
how many open arms are there to break your fall?

The ego's power yeah,
for all the talk,
you bear the same mortality as those you mock and tread upon.
You're unaware, unaware that you need the bottom to hold the top...
to hold the top.