Exile

You are done with servitude
You've been shunned for your point of view
There is none you'd rather choose
They have won or so they presume
Cause your numb to their bloated egos
They are trolls
Lowest of low
Fragile
Crystal thrones
Reptile
Pleasures known
Exile
Flesh and bone
Denial
Repeating drone
You are done
Yeah they're screwed
And they're stunned by the magnitude
So they run
But there's no refuge
From the blood of a bitter feud
They've got some inflated egos
They are blown out of control