4.Without Prejudice
Wealth is a sick man's game.
Those who have it and those who hunger for it.
To the victor go the spoils of famethose who seek it, and those
who abhor it.
Evil is a very real concept, boiling in the bellies of the
graceful.
Toiling in the fortress in their complex, to our employers we
are faithful.
A number arises and there's a spark in the eye, obscuring the
vision, clouding the mind.
I am the authority on who deserves what.
To continue your prosperity, you've gotta pay a little cut.
We'll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve.
We'll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at
the nerve. When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack
and break.
When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the
Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposedtrue intention, self
serving goals.
Bank accounts that tell of rape.
The plates will shift, the Earth will shake.
Evil is a very real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset.
Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth.
Their only success is our defeat.
So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights,
and jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new
heights.
Revel in the adoration you acquire. Dive into the altruism you
inspire.
Then sit back and pour a drink, relax cause no one sees the
other half. The same qualities that you despise are the
qualities you personify.
Dig deep and find your buried heart. I know it's in there
somewhere.
Acquisition isn't all there is, and no one's too broken they
can't be repaired. Revisions of histories et al. abound.
It flatters me now. It flatters me now
Hey spin that song back, it's my favourite. It flatters me
now.
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