All So I Could Tell You I Said So

Martyr, on top of your ivory throne Dictating what's too close to the bone Nothing grows in a comfort zone Thorned crowns stop youth from dying young Only dead fish go with the flow There's no one left worth dying for Kings of nothing, every queen is a whore Lofty bitch, how is the air up there How's that equality you won't share All so I could tell you I said so