Try to impress them with what you they want   Your methods are subtle, just like an elephant   Besides all the retreads and all the arguments   you can't make decisions based on feeling   Friendships fall away from this   Adhering to your politics   So prod and pry and give your ideas   It doesn't matter 'til you get your own way   Once again your crown is tarnished   Cause you're the winner of a game that no one wants to play don't celebrate just yet cause I think that you forget   That no one wants to play   Rules as suggestions because they aren't real   Some from the get go, and some from how you feel   You play all positions and show them how it's done   Soon you're a figurehead lost on everyone   If there's a theory I know there's a consequence   I'm sure that you've learned now you can't stay on the fence   Just taking opinions until the words are bent   Voice of an angel, thoughts a serpent   There was a boy who woke from a dream one day   He thought it over and planned out everything   He wouldn't rest 'til his waking dream came true   And there were choices that he knew must be made   The fallen silenced by all the accolades   And so he delegates the many things to do   So many things to do