(Intro: Gritty, bass guitar, palm-muted guitar riff. A slow, steady drum build-up with heavy floor tom hits.) [Verse 1] (Bass-heavy, atmospheric) Sit back and watch the ink turn into blood He’s building castles in a rising flood The more you scream his name, the taller he grows A poisonous garden where nothing else blows He’s got a silver tongue and a heart made of stone The loneliest king on a crowded throne. [Verse 2] (Drums kick in, driving rhythm) He’ll look you in the eye and call the darkness "day" Then watch his loyal soldiers throw their lives away It’s a masterclass in mirrors, a symphony of lies He feeds on the static in your desperate eyes The rhetoric is caustic, the policy is pain But he’s dancing in the center of a hurricane. [Pre-Chorus] (Building tension, increasing vocal grit) One more cheer for the man of the hour One more hit of that absolute power He’s hollow inside, yeah, he’s empty and cold Trading your soul for the lies that he sold! [Chorus] (Explosive, heavy distortion, wide sound) He’s a megalomaniac, feeding on the fire Climbing up the bodies just to get a little higher! A bottomless pit that’ll never be full Tearing at the world with a violent pull Yeah, the megalomaniac is losing his grip But he’ll burn the whole forest before he lets it slip! [Verse 3] (Back to a brooding, alt-rock groove) He’s gaslighting the truth until the truth starts to break Whatever he gives you, he’s planning to take The policies are hollow, just a brand for the ego He’s a self-centered god where the worshippers go If you want to stop the madness, if you want to end the fear You’ve got to stop the echoes that he wants to hear. [Bridge] (Post-grunge breakdown—slow, heavy, and sludge-like) Starve the ego. Kill the light. He’s nothing... Without the fight. He’s a shadow. He’s a ghost. A parasite... Without a host! (Screamed) WITHOUT A HOST! (Guitar Solo: Melodic but frantic, lots of sustain and wah-pedal) [Chorus] (Full power) He’s a megalomaniac, feeding on the fire Climbing up the bodies just to get a little higher! A bottomless pit that’ll never be full Tearing at the world with a violent pull Yeah, the megalomaniac is losing his grip But he’ll burn the whole forest before he lets it slip! [Outro] (Heavy riffing, slowing down to a rhythmic thud) Stop feeding the beast. Stop feeding the megalomaniac. (Megalomaniac...) Just walk away. (Megalomaniac...) Leave him in the dark. Leave him with himself. [Chorus] (Max power) He’s a megalomaniac, feeding on the fire Climbing up the bodies just to get a little higher! A bottomless pit that’ll never be full Tearing at the world with a violent pull Yeah, the megalomaniac is losing his grip But he’ll burn the whole forest before he lets it slip! (Final distorted chord rings out and fades into feedback)