What you do is what you are

And wishing upon distant stars

Won't improve the hole you're in

Won't absolve your deepest sin

But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god

It's dependant and weighty all the same

And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself

But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles

Now I didn't make up the rules

But clearly we are led by fools

It is wise to know their ways

So you know how not to behave

But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need

And we look to those with privilege and power

It's then we learn compassion sits inert on their shelves

We're at the mercy of imbeciles

NO Actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky

It's reducible to flesh, mind, and bone

And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself

But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles

Imbeciles

Imbeciles

IMBECILES