My self effacing charity and gluttonous prosperity

Don't move mountains of misery or stone

My never-ending loyalty to hypocritical royalty

Has cut my sense of belonging to the bone

You ask me what I want to be, I become the sum of all I see

And grow old in confusion and disgrace

The recognition of my sins, the erosion of my discipline

Won't someone come and put me in my place?

Come and see what I've become

Tied down to no one

And stuck between aspirations

Now I'm thankful for my sovereignty, I know it rests on poverty

And sometimes I would rather crawl than fight

I know I've gone nowhere fast by walking down the narrow path

And I cringe at battle I fought out of spite

There was a time, there was a place where everybody knew my face

And everything I touched would turn to gold

But now I've come to realize that to see through all their fucking lies

Is to refuse to be bought or sold