It seems that I'm just twenty-four dear
Took so long thought that I'd never get here
Keep hearing your voice in my head
Telling me I've got to shut up, not to say what you did

No!

I can see that you sit in a big chair
Your illusion of strength says to beware
It's burning a hole in my head
You should choke on your ego, maybe eat it instead

No!

This is my last will and testament
So I'll leave you with my one last investment
Take all these cold diamond rings
Put your hand in the fire, it's burning it stings

No!