Turns out the light you stole wasn't bright enough to lead you away From the dead end you were destined for It burned out one night with a delicate whisper in the softest rain And a look in her eyes They crowned you king, like in a dream But power's an unpredictable thing Now they're back to reclaim it You invited everyone to this cerebral masquerade But the turnout's less than you hoped for You can't believe their interest in the life of the party could fade But it diminishes until they watch you Break into a million pieces When they see the mess that you've made No one's gonna clean it They crowned you king, like in a dream But power's an unpredictable thing Now they're back to reclaim it You can paraphrase every thought from antiquity Like they're your own It seems intellectual but the posturing Is getting old And the awkward phrasing of your borrowed ideas Has run its course If only you'd recognized at the top At the bottom is where you belong You'll fade into obscurity thinking 'My god it should've been me' But it's too late to change it