You make the right moves, I beg to differ Rather be a fool and see things clearer You found a quick way to fill your pocket That's the way in a world
The flag of free enterprise, fronts as you fend In the battlefield of bureaucracy, the trenches you shall tend These days of adversity, the hassle never
The retreads on the go, thought it was a hoax But looked around and saw it ready to again explode When will it go away? Too bad it's here to stay Recycled
Exposing all the frauds Those heroes for a cause They're holding some key Confusing identities The lost and found Lost in a crowd Look what they've found
Shake the slab of flesh, taunting for a fetch Time to ring the chime Wet the appetite, teeth are grinding tight Reinforcing life Drooling down the sides
You're right Cold suns, lowering highs Accents on the deprived Solvency, well it hurts like a bitch Close shave, you may have grown rich Blast off,
Watch out, the part you play is a cop-out Shut out, authority's been shut down Clamped down, conditioned so you're held down Chill out let rule again
You choose a path close to collapse Stretched to the limit and coming apart The light turns black We choose to pass finally into oblivion Steady decline
His holy misunderstood Misdirected, misconstrued This holy roll of the dice Take your chances Hold on tight Silence the silent Confuse the confused Confusion
[T. Victor-T. Parsons] YOU MAKE THE RIGHT MOVES, I BEG TO DIFFER RATHER BE A FOOL AND SEE THINGS CLEARER. YOU FOUND A QUICK WAY TO FILL YOUR POCKET.
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