Could I handle myself if others weren't around?
Can I carry your weight if you held me down?
And when I mess up will you remain the same?
Abort the sinners, burn the crooks, and nothing will remain
My purse is empty, mind is full
And mercy's knocking down my door
I crack my whip, I chain the slaves
Even though they don't exist
The clutter of the rubble, the burning of the trees
And empty stone in sinking sand is causing our disease
Excess jelly in our toes, excess steam floating low
Excess power, excess guilt, excess mind control
Because of me