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