So you walked in
Like you blessed the room
And with a whittled grin
The peasants gather to
Your crown of make believe
You believe what you see
But it’s covering your eyes
With deceit
How does it feel
To fill a room with yourself
How does it feel
To walk with nobody else
How does it feel
To bear your burdens alone
How does it feel
You’re on your own
I can’t stand my stomach
You make it sick
At the thought of your actions
And how you don’t think
These people ain’t servants
No slave to your words
Stop cursing, stop yelling
Let them be heard
Before they chew you up and spit you out
Take a look around
Take off that crown
Everyone is sick of it
Everyone is sick of your shit
I refuse to bite my tongue
I won’t swallow my words
Enough is enough
Everyone is sick of it
Everyone is sick of your shit