1934. King of the Absurd - Manticora

Can I cover your eyes with my hands?\nCan I make you walk in my darkened lands?\nA pawn to move around in my game of chess\nFeeling down?\nCome to me child and confess\nOh what I’d give to be able to see\nYour shameless mirrored reflections of me\nSoulless eyes that try to penetrate\nThe shell I made, to find out it’s too late\nI use you solely for the sake of me\nIn egocentric vile fantasy\nSelf-indulgent; I am throwing you in the dirt\nIn my own dark dream\nI’m king of the absurd\nCan I measure my intelligence on you?\nCan I use you as my tool to pass on through?\nThe halls of dark oblivion thay make\nI’m the diamond that was made to never break\n«So you wormed your way into my line of thoughts\nPassing all the trenches I built to keep you out\nAnd you found the barrier that no one else could break\nA synaptic fortress to show you what I’m all about»\nHollowed out by speculation\nIn everlasting vile equation\nSelf indulgence; I’m drowing you in the dirt\nIn my own reality\nI’m king of the absurd