Counting down from 10
This Goliath breathes in
He looks up and stares around
'Join me and sow new ground'
No, more, deficient ideas
And dirty, torrid, frantic mistakes
They shake their heads and say
'Be a realist sir'
Don't think, just talk
Just smile, then close the door and breathe
You trace the line to where it all began
But the ink doesn't flow
Still silence speaks volumes to you
Desperate to form your brave new world
All your work, swept to the waves and lost
Did you think that you'd make change?
[We won't change]
You're here to soak up the moral debt, straw man
[easily burned]
New low; they pick at you
Stripped bare; they'll come for you
New low; you stare at you
Time to go