A ruler,

A king,

A creator—

Leads up to one ugly thing.

I can see you now,

Sitting on your cloud

And I watch

As you're feeling so proud.

Admiring all you have created

A crowd

Of all us protesting, raw and loud.

Did you ever think

You could get away with it?

Did you ever see

The different?

All those opposing you?

Waving their little white flags,

Asking for forgiveness?

No; I am not one of them.

By why must you treat them all

Like ruined gems?

So just take their apology!

No; I cannot believe you.

I must deceive you—

Cause someone has to.

Or you can take their apology!

Strolling around, wondering

If you even created me.

Or if I'm just another mistake.

Do I belong with them?

And if I do, does that

Spell the end for you, my king?

Watch as this grin falls like a drop of rain.

An apology; that's all I ask for you to take.

From the hundreds,

The thousands,

The millions and the billions.

Watch as they wave their white flags.

The crooks,

The murderers,

A weird man and a seer man:

"Listen—we're not just fags!"

Don't hold me down,

Don't tie me up,

Don't wear that crown—

Or I'll fuck it all up!