You had a bone to pick
You had a hair to split
Because it bored you sick
Without a devil to fight, your friends seemed deserving foes
Now there's a boogie man
We think-pieced him in
You slept and let him win
And fascism isn't a microaggression
Watch em march
Still hot from the road right back
Lock step like they never bailed
Like "Hey boss I had your back!"
Because all they wanted was
The votes and the funds in tact
Their values are goods to be sold
To fundraise the SuperPAC
Now in a state of shock
How did it come to this?
Turns out your ad hoc, lame persistent refrain of "They're all the same" was off just a bit
Now watch em go!
The wind right behind their back
No one left to tell them no
No need now to check their facts
It seems like you wanted more
But then that was so abstract
A game that you chose to throw
Now means lives and years turned back
Now are they all just the same
Who sat with you
Who's to blame
You said a low tide won't sink us
Well let me tell you what will
When you don't bail
when the rains
of self righteous sanctimony have flooded your own ship
When service of progress
fails to service of lips
Weaponize your own intellect and you turn it on itself
And you couldn't build a paradise because you fired all the help
Did you feel
so above it?
as you drug us all to Hell?
Now you're gonna love it
This is real
"Hey don't blame me"
Good wasn't good enough
So evil it will be..
Bust
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