Virtue cast aside with empty chances
Serving genocide to the bustling ma**es
Ants of people ride coattails while making pa**es
Just to get a dime spared from any
This mountain of a ladder climbs above delinquent crosses
As you raise your control
Pushing aesthetic of desired effect
I'm so sorry I have nothing to offer
Myopic, still caring for keeping score
Fetching food for those holding your hopes above your –
Head now stuck on those who hum the tune to make you –
Facilitate the bargaining to
Work twice as hard for half the recoup
A shallow place to rest your head and wait for progress
Cutting the tether that breaks my neck breaking your fall
A cloak and dagger k**ing spree
Color draining from me
A can of gray to coat this town
Too soon to turn around
Not planning to live past these white-out conditions
Not speaking your mind even as I race you to the top
Tease extinction promoting desecration
Seeking emancipation from the depths of a brooding sky