Fly on a Buffalo's Head

You claim to have suffered in the past
And so I heard, I really do sympathize
You say you have worked so hard
And so it seems, I admire you for that

You have swallowed your pride for success
Chewed on your life’s values and principles
You have triumphed, now at the top
Head bloated with conceit, never looked back

Self-proclaimed dominion, you are the boss
Haven’t you notice? Everyone is in chaos
Whenever your presence is felt, so bad
You’ve lost your family and friends, so sad

Truth is, you’re clinging onto a thin thread
You’re just a fly on top of the buffalo’s head