All that you bring, offering a sure thing, is it. A sin. Is shit.
And all that you give them again, that sure thing
Disillusioned from anything, no difference.
What if we don’t leave a footprint?
Please concede that its all routine.
The irony is obvious.
You swear that it means more than this. Surrounded by such talent and gracious ones who live it.
The bedlam is devious,
you swear that it means more than this. Surrounded by such promise and humbled ones who own it.
Can’t they see the pattern,
lets leave this scene, a joke unfunny.
The irony is hilarious.
You know that you can polish shit, neglecting their talents and recycle the remnants.
Count down from ten, who will be one again? Slaves to your metrics, strangling this “business.”
This is not enough, please expose us.
It won’t cost too much, listen to us.
That is not enough, not good enough.
You just talk too much, just expose us.
All that you bring, giving in to them is it. A sin. Is shit.
Your spin is not even slightly convincing.
Its over, follow me back home with how we never
Looked over, disclosure of all schemes with your plans or motives.
Left or sought, to be bought by favors, forms, or all you foster.
Hey big brother, you’re just another that we don’t see…you false deity.
They won’t see you.
Walk away now. Play it safe, how?
Erased. They’re erasing. This sound. They’re erasing. Erased.
Cannot find another way to pinch a penny from ya.
Icon satellites are rumbling, suture from this great exposure.
released July 30, 2016
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