AD 2001. Tru-parallel. Nu dallas. Apex Hotel. Cepter Vilan. CEO. Ciana Crae. rogue journalist, mother of two

You've got a break-neck schedule thank you for your time, a quick, candid interview if you would be so kind, answering to burning questions the public wants to know, what makes a man so infamous?, what fuels Vilan Corp?
Do you deny you have masterminded and funded wars, with astronomical sums? Those were your bombs!, and can you deny you've somehow, rationalized profit, at the cost of life?

Your wave is tidal, your intellect - gargantuan, your menace - vital, your logic - labyrinthian

What's in store for Vilan Corp?, will your empire fall? Will your empire soar?, your genius - maniacal, it's no mystery, how you have feigned the 'savior', when you're the enemy

You're method - brutal, your crimes, unspeakable, your power curves exponential, but your height is reachable
"If you can do what you want, would you do what you want?, tell the truth, your secret's safe with me, they say it sets you free"!

Your wave is tidal, your intellect - gargantuan, your power's vital, yet there's something, you don't seem to understand
Your wave is tidal but ocean will overcome, and your intellect will fade like the setting sun, maybe your power will hold, but how long can you stand?, stripped of empire, beneath your just a frightened man

Vilan Corp, Super Vilan Corp!