Bravest He Gets is a Tweet in His Bed

“Submissive Stephen” starts with a man at 2:00 a.m.—all-caps fury, fingers flying like bayonets, a digital warrior storming invisible gates. But come daylight, he’s a statue in the boardroom: eyes down, hands folded, waiting for clearance to breathe.

Verse 1

Santa Monica brat with a clipboard grin

Brags of a fight but he folds again

Plastic spine bends when the boss walks by

Sold off his soul for a seat inside

Verse 2

Begging for scraps at the rich man’s door

Licking the boots till his tongue is sore

Leash on his neck and he still feels proud

Shakes when they whistle, drops when they’re loud

Verse 3

Flag-draped coward in a rented room

Talks like a soldier, never seen the doom

Paper wars rage in his hollow head

Bravest he gets is a tweet in his bed

Chorus (x2)

Submissive Stephen, lapdog in a tie

Chewing his dignity, tail wagging high

Submissive Stephen, crawling through the dirt

Cheap little coward who worships the hurt

Bridge

Preaches of honor with piss in his eyes

Mask made of slogans the crowd all despise

Every excuse just a squeal for help

Pathetic echo, can’t stand by himself

Outro

Raise up a glass to the shame of the town

Golden crown sinking as he bows down

King of the worms, forever he’ll crawl

Submissive Stephen, the weakest link of all