Born, raised, matured,
Devoted to your views.
You didn’t offend anyone,
You served, prayed, protected.
But you were drowned up to your neck,
By a vile and crooked people.
You got involved with those who didn’t value you,
Years have passed, and now you’re like that too,
Self‑absorbed, vile, and crooked.
You’re intoxicated by fame.
You’re intoxicated by the idea of elevating yourself!
The higher you rise above everyone,
The harder it will be for you to fall!
Years pass, and you keep getting more and more greedy,
You don’t see who’s in front of you.
And it seems to you that you’re overshadowing the sun,
Those who knew you have given up on you.
You’ve become greedier over the years,
You regret nothing.
The people are coming to you from afar,
And you’re just babbling in their ears!
You’re intoxicated by fame,
You’re intoxicated by the idea of elevating yourself!
The higher you rise above everyone,
The harder it will be for you to fall!
There’s only one ending: your so‑called friends
Are quietly dropping you — it’s okay for them,
But not for you.
You wake up in a cold sweat.
You’re waiting for the guests to arrive.
They’ll come, and they’ll throw your bones into a dungeon.
You were raised up for a purpose,
And they’ll tear you apart as a warning to others.
Whether at the beginning or at the end,
For them, for those people, you were a stranger.
Why did you go there?
I wanted to become one of them.
You’re intoxicated by fame,
You’re intoxicated by the elevation of yourself!
The higher you rise above everyone,
The harder it will be for you to fall!
