So you sit on your holy throne Thinking you will rule the place forever Never having to justify your doings Pretending you never abuse your power Maybe you simply forgot you could have to justify yourself and lose it all, too That very one day you will be reminded and asked about your actions How many creative souls did you hurt by will? How much beauty do you bury down the hill? What kind of buzz do you get out of it all? I want to see you fall I want to see you treated like you treat others I want you to ache just like me I want you to feel the pain you drove into the heart of me I am here to remind you that I see trough you Your sadistic manners are no mystery to me I have a theory about you You've become incapable to create Therefore you hate the ones who do Hiding behind your silence and appearance of a quiet and serious person Ignoring evidence and acting like rules were made for everyone but you Mr Eraser thinks he knows it all Mr Eraser loves people to fall Mr Eraser is such a polite young man Mr Eraser smile while you can Levitate above the injustice you cause I am watching every single mistake you make I'll be the pixie haunting your office The rain pouring from the ceiling The wind blowing and whispering your secrets And the earthquake terminating your desk of calamities