Better now than before still have more and always fore
Words on page are worth not wage in this worldly stage
Caged in the capitalistic scheme of things where freedom
No longer rings the bell is broken as the fat cats soak in
Artificial sun beds and to each other castely weds makes red
My face as although I know my life's no waste still I feel ever
Encased in this artificial and superficial dream where the team
That used to pick the little brother up off the ground is gone away
For a night on the town. The children whom they left alone are
Like that kid in home alone. The robbers are entering
Through every open crack and support from the system do we lack
Slack in the rope and no mechanism to cope for how can we wash
When have we no soap. Eloped to the so sloped pyramid scheme
No longer endowed except he who deems to see fit his name glorified
So left are we along for the ride. The line is long, it is cold outside
Stead of a piece we faced in the get pied and the piles stack up
I'm calling for backup. Packingtown lets pack up and high tail it
Better yet lets coffin them and nail it so tight that they see no light
For the darkness of night has long been upon us
Truth only speaks to those being honest
If with yourself you have no wealth
For the worldly things
Hoarded by false kings
Will be accounted for
We are all human beings
Throw out these dogs!
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