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