Leader.

You were an almighty god
Now your plain human
How does it feel to be of the losing?
Laughter tastes bitter on the scorned tongue
Yet you laugh like you’re the crazy one
Your insanity no longer aids you to ignore the primal drum
That leads the rest of us as a single battalion  
You’ve got everything to gain, everything to lose
Never before had you feared the spill of blood
You used to order it for sick entertainment
But fear it you will, it’s going to kill you
The beautiful crimson liquid is your life’s syrup
Lose it fast and there’s simply no more
No time to trade, serenade or desperately barter  
Too bad, but that’s the wicked world you bore
It’s not so easy when you’re not above
Maybe next time you’ll think for once
I should be nicer and even try harder
To be the leader they all need and desire.