[Jenkins/Stevenson]
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
