Manifest this fatal flaw... lightest feather... mark the fall... check your armor... where's it gone... to your head with a fine toothed sword... I POINT THE FINGER AT YOU... finger at you... take up your cross, ignore the cause... your innocence has long been lost... achieve with no thought of the cost... the sentiment is all for not... how long 'til everyone is bought... i'd rather be nothing than this... a quiet rumble grows beneath the streets, but nobody's listening... a silent certain sense of urgency, but nobody feels it... too late to turn around and clean the slate, it's lying in pieces... the truth will rear its ugly head again, and we fucking deserve it... WHO'S LEFT? WHO'S LISTENING?... no one is safe when there's money to be made