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