If I was the world's enemy and every mind and heart worked to crush me
I'd dim the lights and fix dinner on the express train toward humble
Expressionless in their hateful glows and scornful mumble
smiling elbows no doubt not needing cheers
Hating as a hobby, well nurtured fear
A million who've taken it up without making a choice
And the handful who chose it as a career
People pay for the decay of their own hearts and voice
Eyes adjusted by a nice tone of fresh brainwash
scandals that'd contrast their beliefs well hidden
Kicked off with another brick of rhetoric "smash"
Spat in the gutter working class mutter sudden
Certificate holding cons
sound-biting their way into popularity with rants
Instead of righting wrongs
Conspiring to occupy the worker ants
Devouring talent in a cannibal trance
A complex code of flattery and snobbery
Time was the coveted resource for robbery
And a system for the masses guaranteeing non-advance
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