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