I am no more than a scapegoat
for his wretched thoughts
he wishes to choke the life from my throat
for my demise he has many plots

he should know that with my death 
he wont impress you with his guile
and to my dying breath
i will greet him with a smile

i would ask him to say hello
to you for me when i am no more
i would watch him flounder and slow
he is stuck, he has closed his last door

of his victory he will yell and sing
and even as a memory
i will know he has accomplished nothing
you will always be more alike to me