Upper Class in a Martini Glass

If the world was to end, people with survival instincts would make you submit to THEIR will you rich privileged f***s.

It's not personal, I do it to learn you

the more that you take the more I will burn you

the passengers seat is easy to sit in

the less that you think the more you determine

the leviathan's path will maul and continue

without your consent at all of your venues

you breathe in the hate and exhale nothing

the misanthropy grows like harvest pumpkins

the pain in your heart becomes all consuming

you're playing a role, that's all that you're doing.

 

a time becomes right, a time becomes wrong

to live in this life a brave fool must act strong

since no one is god and the devil stays calm

in the corners he lurks, keep your energy drawn.

 

now the modern man thrives on hypocrisy

and prefers to stay blind to the atrocities

keeping wealth within binds for his families keep

until man made currency becomes obsolete.

 

when we catch you in the woods you'll submit to our will

like we used to do trying to pay our bills

we'll take all that you have to provide for ourselves

and we'll kill you because you had so much to give. 

 

I made you a noose from the lint in my pockets.

Now you've been just hanging around.

 

Reviews

[Jester]

Damn I love that ending.
-From the lint in my pocket-

Yes.

[Edward Martin]

Thanks, very much appreciated.