I used to rule the site
Seethe would arise when I pressed post every night
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Post alongside the users I used to pwn

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the janny would rise
Now the board is dead, long live the board
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my board stands
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear the jannie's hot pockets finishing
Ban hammers lifting
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the site

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Trannies await
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string

I hear Jannie's hot pockets finishing
Ban hammers lifting
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know ABIB won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh, oh