You can see he likes money but he hides it from you
Always gets to stressin' when it comes to choosin'
What he can do to become better than you
But the Angel of Death has got plans for him too

Despite the panic in his eye he thinks he's all but won
Minute after minute never has any fun
It's secondary to becoming number one
His mind is always racing but his visions are numb

Professing all his wisdom he feels jaded and week
A genius wouldn't work himself harder than needed
Perhaps his plan is lacking simplicity
God forbid he'd just relax and let things be

Let him teach you more about the way things should be
It's fascinating he considers himself free
Evidently too important has to always be seen
Taking center stage and stealing the scene

Oh me, oh my! He believes he may be living in a dream
Fantasy; fallacy, and nothing here is as it seems

He thinks of growing old but it's not guaranteed
The way he shortens life with his insanity
Running in a circle at his fastest speed
He's not convinced he should be spreading those genes

Night after night he never gets any sleep
Plenty time catch up when he's six feet deep
Never stop to think that it could be a mistake
To never slow it down for someone else's sake

He's alarmed by the sun, confused by the rain
Still wants the human race to see them one in the same
But just like him they're too distracted playing the game
Y'know the one that never ends the one with no name

He's got it all figured out of that there's no doubt
He's counting down the seconds 'till he shouts it aloud
But he's stressin' 'cause he's guessin' he can pull it together
Driving for the sun he doesn't know any better