Tunnel Vision - Roseview

So you walked in

Like you blessed the room

And with a whittled grin

The peasants gather to

Your crown of make believe

You believe what you see

But it’s covering your eyes

With deceit

How does it feel

To fill a room with yourself

How does it feel

To walk with nobody else

How does it feel

To bear your burdens alone

How does it feel

You’re on your own

I can’t stand my stomach

You make it sick

At the thought of your actions

And how you don’t think

These people ain’t servants

No slave to your words

Stop cursing, stop yelling

Let them be heard

Before they chew you up and spit you out

Take a look around

Take off that crown

Everyone is sick of it

Everyone is sick of your shit

I refuse to bite my tongue

I won’t swallow my words

Enough is enough

Everyone is sick of it

Everyone is sick of your shit