People feeling the power
Walking around
Like they in a tower
Stomping their feet
Like they only matter
Pointing their finger
Like they in the saddle

People feeling the privilege
Walking around
Like everything they business
Not really caring
Who they offended
Only interested
In their own interests

People feeling the prestige
Walking around
Like they are esteemed
Pretending that
They know what they mean
Sleeping under
Their hundred degrees

When these things align
They spiral out of control
Life seems easily defined
By such abstract roles
The leader, the head
The one that's in charge
Seems to so easily forget
Who they really are