lyrics by Jennifer Smith

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If you dance with fools and mingle with idiots too long

Eventually you will lose your balance and begin to spout stupidities

You must stitch your bitter lips and rewash you dirty fingers

In order to set them free... just let them go

The gamers and the blamers and the queens without crowns

Tweaking lies and spewing alibis to shove the sure people down,

Give them your full attention and they will multiply and intensify until they are all

     you can see

 

[chorus]

Just spilled ink on the org chart,

Empty titles got no heart,

Leave the mess, let it be,

They can’t write your legacy

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No throne, no fear.

No throne, no fear

 

Millions of minutes spent in the desert watching with disgust

But there comes a time to stir the dust and twist away the trash

Until it reaches the farthest limits of your world,

To fraternize with the misconceptions, the heartbreaks and the past,

Banished so they can no longer create you, define you or berate you

The fabricated people with their counterfeit superiority,

Who have declared all others inept in order to deify themselves

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No throne, no fear.

No throne, no fear

 

Where you can serve them a fabulous feast with a smile and perfect manner,

Feed them their simplicity with a shiny spoon if that makes it more palatable,

And in appreciation for showing you exactly what you don’t want to be

Pour your gratitude down their undiscerning throats to help them swallow the feet and

     crow on which they have gorged themselves unknowingly,

Then leave them with the mess to primp and preen in the fraudulent mirrors of

     one another’s... souls

While you stumble to the higher ground, hands still... wet,

So you can look down on them with sympathetic profundity

Because you know something their bloated guts and egos have no capacity for…

The truth

 

[chorus]

Just spilled ink on the org chart,

Empty titles got no heart,

Leave the mess, let it be,

They can’t write your legacy

​

No throne, no fear.

No throne, no fear

 

No throne, no fear.

No throne, no fear

 

[chorus]

Just spilled ink on the org chart,

Empty titles got no heart,

Leave the mess, let it be,

They can’t write your legacy

 

No throne, no fear.

No throne, no fear

 

They can’t write your legacy