Will you ever listen to the words I've written
And decode the message that is barely hidden
If you never drew a well you still make quite the
Antagonist
People often talk to me about you
Every single one with an axe to grind
People like to see if I care
I think

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys

I was five and you were five and a half
We cut about and we would have a laugh
But I swear this meander had faded past our verge
And now you are so far away
Your brother never liked me, I was strangely fond of him
Blackened my left eye on an odd sadistic whim
Apples falling close to trees
Rotting at the core

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys

As I've grown older I've grown more considerate
You was all material graces, still misfortune
At the mercy of a God, his test you aren't aware
You're failing miserably

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys

Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
With all the shiny toys
With all the shiny
Toys