"God Complex"

Crawling peasant
Eating dirt
Crush my face
Feel the hurt
Pull me down
Then yank me up
I need I strive
Can't get enough
Throw me down
Thine brimstone and fire
Give me that
Which I desire
I make you love
I make you feel
Where there was no delight
All is now real
You broke my shell
And I broke yours
I give you the pain
That you deserve
You help me perform miracles
You're raised from the dead
I'm a human god made
And I lay in your bed

        -Dark Dante