When the ivory's just worn bones
all the kings broken thrones
pride and proper
turning down gold for copper
death of glory
death of tradition
death of wealth
death of health
When maskless faces
are lost in familiar places
the royalty complex
that you are special and understanding
you stand on gods landing
speak with angels then
there's reality
all angles not angles
the crazy ones
talking to 90 degree
corners
like a child on punishment
sent to sulk
at breaking her moms ivory seat.