Fallacy - Dying Fetus

Scratching of the surface, to self-redemption

Every sinner’s calling, to bathe in forgiveness

Confess to man, to pardon what you have done

A higher place above where all transgression is gone

Not all commandments broken are from the pious

Bowing to the altar of the public’s estimation

Perpetrators to be shamed, ostracized existence

Force out of the spotlight, time to beg visibly

Purged of the crisis, claiming to recognize

Time served in rehab, arise in new-found glory

Clearly caught red-handed, before the mob takes action

Bowing down to Oprah clearly the best decision

Provided that you kiss the ring, make the payment in full

Cleansed of wrongdoing, newly earned protections

Armor of apology

Bow down to dogma

Paid absolution

What the fuck?

Misled, inflated, busted

Time to learn your place

Circle the wagons, initiate

Judged by your own

Elites that bow down to their peers, in convincing status

Racist, junkie, selfish, dummy;

diminishing apparatus

Discerning citizenry performing obligatory duty

Judgements made in back-stabbing ways, makes for traitorous company

Busted for any sins that reflect on the sophisticate’s conduct

Made an example for engrossed public’s narrow focus

Misled, inflated, busted

Time to learn your place

Circle the wagons, initiate

Judged by your own

Celebrity and fame the industry built on envy

Disgraced now disappear, then return to the aristocracy