Nietzsche Philosopher's Folly

Ooh, Ooh, yeah, listen up now
He claimed he's profound, with words so resound, ah
Philosophical star but we're calling his bluff, nah
He's preaching 'bout power, ego devour
Elitist towers, in his final hour
Narcissist flow (Nietzsche!), a superman show (No way)
Ooh, Ooh, yeah, here's the truth now
Self-proclaimed king, with a hollow crown
His ‘genius’ mind, but it's spiraling down, ah
Delusions grandeur, weaving his lies (So wrong)
Through riddles and twists, his philosophy dies
Megalomaniac (No thanks!), with a broken track (Insane)
Oh, we're spinning this record round, spin it round now
Say 'no' to that nihilist sound, bring him down now
Dance away from that Nietzsche craze, he's lost in the haze
Lost his mind, philosophy unkind, oh he's the worst, no praise
Ego in the dance hall, collapsing all his might
We'll groove right past his downfall, in the neon lights
His so-called truth, just a way to transgress (such a mess)
Sayin' 'God is dead', that's his morbid caress (so obsessed)
Now from heavens above, God's outlivin' his creed (Yes indeed)
While Nietzsche's in the sky, his philosophy bleeds
Time to push back with a groove so alive (Thrive and jive)
His contradictions spin like a forty-five (Ain't no jive)
Step on the floor, bring your critique and might (Critique at night)
Nietzsche's ideas just a borrowed kite (So trite, not right)
We'll dance through the haze of his fatalist pose (His fatalist pose)
Expose all the flaws that his doctrine enclose (Enclose, it shows)
Schopenhauer's wisdom was the source of his power (The source, of course)
Stoics kindled fires that Nietzsche tried to devour (So sour, in his tower)
Spin the record, say we'll never be like Nietzsche (Never like Nietzsche)
His madness echoes, but we'll never let it reach us (Never reach us)
Philosophy's lost child, but the dance floor's our teacha (Our teacha)
While Nietzsche says 'God's dead', we're saying 'Nice to meet ya' (Nice to meet ya)
Amor fati just a Stoic rehash (Nothing new)
And will to power, not his own, Schopenhauer's cash (it's true)
Just press play, let's debunk him tonight (Yeah, right now)
Calling out Nietzsche, and his twisted insight (He's outta sight)
Strutting through the books, he's just a misfit sage (So cliché)
We're dancing to the beat of a wiser age (Turn the page)
Say 'Goodbye' to Nietzsche and his postmodern mess
In his labyrinth of thoughts, we won't get repressed (No way, no stress)