All your prophecies - fictional disease Play Monopoly, amass your infantry
A coward and a thief, you hoard the limelight Not satisfied until all restless eyes are trained on you Erect a golden shrine of compensation Verbal diarrhea, mental constipation Train your sights on the ground Fire volleys at the lowest common denominator To incite, amplify The calculus of universal thought control
But you will harvest what you have sown Your seeds have not yet grown
Who'll want you, Who'll need you, When you're stripped? Your shame is on display Who'll love you, who'll feed you, When no one believes a single word you say?
And after a while The common denial melts away The business you oil returns to the soil Ever to decay
Broadcast desperation Airwaves clogged with mud Frantic chalkboard machinations Devoid of blood