Try to impress them with what you they wantnYour methods are subtle, just like an elephantnBesides all the retreads and all the argumentsnyou can't make decisions based on feelingnFriendships fall away from thisnAdhering to your politicsnSo prod and pry and give your ideasnIt doesn't matter 'til you get your own waynOnce again your crown is tarnishednCause you're the winner of a game that no one wants to play don't celebrate just yet cause I think that you forgetnThat no one wants to playnRules as suggestions because they aren't realnSome from the get go, and some from how you feelnYou play all positions and show them how it's donenSoon you're a figurehead lost on everyonenIf there's a theory I know there's a consequencenI'm sure that you've learned now you can't stay on the fencenJust taking opinions until the words are bentnVoice of an angel, thoughts a serpentnThere was a boy who woke from a dream one daynHe thought it over and planned out everythingnHe wouldn't rest 'til his waking dream came truenAnd there were choices that he knew must be madenThe fallen silenced by all the accoladesnAnd so he delegates the many things to donSo many things to do