What's Steven doing sitting, peering out the window
What sort of legacy to leave when powered by an ego
I hoist your chair, you know I'm there until you're dropped
Left to your best estimate of why your entire world stopped
Living in a sham king's dream
Get me out!
Seeing what the sham king sees
What's Steven doing now that I have finally left home
Unable to discern his own message to the people
I pity persons picked to plug the hole of a dam so poorly built in days disassembled
Out of touch with a bunch who feed on intolerance
Eat it up regurgitate and watch me feed from your gullet it's cool
