Is it cold up there on your pedestal
Does the foul stench of our failings wound your soul
Live, laugh, love
It's the turning of the tide time to see life from our side
We've a million things to show you there's no need to run and hide
Just slip out of your nikes and strip off your lorna janes
There's really nothing wrong with being a little insane
Cram this up your nose
No selfies no pose
How far the mighty have fallen
The wretched symphony of your disembodied cackling arouses me
I am not your saviour I am not your doom
You see my footprints in the sand but you need to make your own
Throw me a bone
We rise
You fall