It was a scheme, my prince- ship the stake
A slave in Ephesus, see how I fell
Unsavory graceless and rich in pride
Wasted spewed out unfit for kings
A slave in Ephesus see how I fell
It started in Smyrma, in company of fear
For in Pergamum did Ballack run me to debt
Before was Thahitra, the queen of depth
Where in search of fame, my name was lost
Jezzy sought my lust, her wares, my loss
Before was Sardis where glory I sought
The king’s work dull, I craved some fame
In the pit of Tahithra my virtues I poured
In Perganum’s wine I drowned my pain
My senses dulled, its poison I missed
My flesh so fat, I placed a bet
Poverty knocked, my prince-ship it prisoned
My patience strained, fear clenched my wrath
I could be Ballack beat Ballack be owned by Ballack
My pride rode in, the envy of Ballack
For it I slave, for its gains I toil
A princes though I am, I die as man
A slave in Ephesus see how I fell
A scheme it was, my prince-ship the stake
The gluttony, the sloth, the wrath and the lust
Sapping off my needs, my will, my gifts
So is the world when for its esteem we long
Tilling and tilling for my toil is cursed
Yes, I could be more but this is safe
Turned from the king, His manna, his star
When my nakedness he could dress in gold
A slave to the race, I negate his name
Unsavory, graceless and rich in pride
Wasted, spewed out unfit for kings
A slave in Ephesus see how I fell