If I died would anyone grieve As my casket was lowered how would I be remembered Would I be remembered at all When the last soil was dropped would that be my last gasp Tissue and blood left to decompose Nothing more No soul Does the world truly revolve around me Am I secretly God I know people around me their actions are all part of the plan For on one fine day they shall bow to me Is this not true I ll deprive them My power is unto myself My power simmers My power is trapped Only use karate in defense am I right These people - these interlopers pretend to love pretend to make things right They misguide And we love them for it