Let's face it you're real bad at being good boy
Carried me over the broomstick and flew away that night
I've brought you back in virtual reality, an original copy
And I'm having a hard time acting naturally

I'll watch you grow smaller by the minute
When you realize you have one choice
You're living in an oxymoron
But I've got loyal opposition
And we're the living dead

I'm paying them wages of gold
They're signed on as my paid volunteers
We see you screaming but it's still silent
And we'll take you out with military intelligence

It's an awfully good story
I'm here to close the distance on the truth
You called it a love/hate relationship
But you saw me as an object and a muse

It's so bittersweet as I watch you grow smaller by the minute
When you realize you have one choice
You're living in an oxymoron
I've got loyal opposition
And we're terribly good at revenge