Subservient to you
To all your vacant notions
Underneath your shoe
Without any commotion
And I'm feeling tread upon
My head is hot with fever
When I lift high my thoughts
Your gravity holds me here
Subservient to you
And your dangerous notions
The many and the few
That serve with sad devotion
That I feel so put upon
Put upon like clothes
My head here, my heart gone
Left a sense of bitter loathing
Subservient... subservient
With time enough to fall apart
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