The story of this world, this life,
Can be told and explained in a few simple lines,
The day you're born, they make you sign,
"What's yours is mine, what's mine is mine."
The rest of this farce plays out in one way,
It keeps getting clearer with each passing day,
It's pretty obvious, I do have to say,
Everyone is bloody selfish in their own bloody way,
It becomes your duty to do their jobs,
If you refuse, you'll drown in their sobs,
Hurtling to their quicksands of grievances,
Crucified by their one man mobs.
Gods of their own shallow worlds,
Their fiefdoms of false self worth and pride,
Be shameful heretic, if you think to fight,
Be grateful mortal when you're on their side.
It keeps getting clearer with each passing day,
It's pretty obvious, I do have to say,
Everyone is bloody selfish in their own bloody way,
It becomes your duty to do their jobs,
If you refuse, you'll drown in their sobs,
Hurtling to their quicksands of grievances,
Crucified by their one man mobs.
Gods of their own shallow worlds,
Their fiefdoms of false self worth and pride,
Be shameful heretic, if you think to fight,
Be grateful mortal when you're on their side.
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