Mutiny

You've been fueled by empty words and praise

A frail ego sustained through constant fear

And now the crown you wear is old and grey

We must put an end to this charade.

Gone, be gone, an unwilling army standing beside you

Pawns, we're just pawns, in a game where you're the victor

Shielding you from life's bumps and bruises

Wielding the sword in your defenses

Building up walls in order to protect you

Will you ever let us rest