We're all wide-eyed,
shaved lambs,
to our social slaughter,

but along came our rebel herder,
the Serotonin Queen,
crowning.


We'll soon be a kingdom,
carefree.

We'll all be leading royalty,
known,

and you,
held high, sitting upon the throne.


Save us from ourselves.

We all share the same cell,
each other as our unknowing, unwilling captors.

Save us from ourselves.

We cut our teeth in this circle,
but you're leading the baring,
and guiding the biting down.