My line falls out tempting providence

One more dime spent on the fence

As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost

True lies and surrogates

Room, board and benefits

Boardrooms make breeding grounds

For selfish bastards anyhow



And the grace that we really live for

Are the sacrifices made

Protracted and betrayed

Enough to suffer



How many rats will tip the scales

Of failing finance

How many brave and able men will be lost at sea

Who dares to complicate

and the retaliate

Renouncing tolerance of everything they see



Follow like sheep

a face in the crowd

a good team player

give me blood

give me truth

Its what we came for

The frayed myth of enlightenment

Is a supposition

If you believe

Smith wrote anything but fiction


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