What's steven doing sitting, peering out the window What sort of legacy to lead 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