In piss and shit and filth we grovel deep
Our masters grin so smugly at our plight
So helpless we abase ourselves in sleep
Yet knowing that there is a way to fight

On Wall Street and each other sign of wealth
Our presence can’t be lied away as mad
There is no longer any need for stealth
The fight is a political jihad

No mercy for corrupt and greedy pricks
Their time has come and changes start to show
we will not fall for trickle down’s last tricks
the bosses will be struck a deadly blow

We have become a people who turn their
Backs on their own in need
Beggars' they are, pay them no heed

Even the animals have more compassion
Why should we bother if no one's there
to hear their cries of hunger and fear?

If you listen closely, you will hear
the sounds of a dying society
We are reaching the point of calamity

Remember well that mercy shown shall be mercy owned
Take care, take care

I don’t ask for much,
I really don’t
But know I ask that you don’t die on me,

Because I haven’t spent my life or my words
Making you worry about me,
So please don’t make me worry about you,

It wouldn’t be fair if I go on and worry about you,

Because if I do,
Then I would have failed you,
I would have let you down,

So please don’t die on me today.

The sweet deceptions.
These lies to my ears.
They tear me open.
And feed my tears.

The mask.
Covered disguise.
Have been the sweet tooth truth. Not the bitter lies.

The vile acidic reflection.
As I peer into the reflected agony. The big or little correction.
Changed the way my mind prospers.

The mortal realization.
The castles of my own failure.
I am my own creation.
While I am also my own deflation.

I am not the round a bout guy.
The bend over and pick it up where it used to lye.