The white collared mobster circumvents a meaning time has shown Redirecting eager masses to a satire of his own
They'll never see it coming Against the tides of time we fight again How long will we let this go on? Again and again?
I'm losing oxygen with this belt around my neck Oh from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun because his failure is my epitaph There's method to her madness She's a spitting image of her father's fist, so climb on down
The actions you subscribe to consequently have a price and everyone who's bought in, now they're dying to redeem old lies for new currency Selling you back the fear that they claim to take away
You stray the blinded as you walk away with everything we have Where do the tired go?