Who's at the helm

Of the purge that looms?

Should I bother trying to see

Outside of this room?

I can tell you now, I'll be left behind

On that fabled day

When the beggars will ride



The distant, crushing call to continue

Makes a heart sink willingly

Into a chemical bath

Every insecurity reminds you

Of the voice determining your choice of path



Believe me now, I'll be left behind

On that fabled day when the beggars will ride



If I champion misfortune, is it just

Just an extension of

Dismantling a pale facade

My disdain for convention