Well, time marches on,
And in the middle of things getting good, the old evil world has its own plans
There just always seems to be someone that wants to tear others down
Someone that wants to take everything for themselves
Greedy pricks, just full of anger, jealousy, and resentment
And just pure meanness
Abusing their position and their privilege
They want to highlight your failings, sabotage your success, steal your dreams
Well, every man has his limits
Some lines, once crossed, can't easily be let go
When the meek rise, sometimes it's with a fury
A fury that consumes everything