Without Prejudice - Protest The Hero

Wealth is a sick man’s game

Those who have it and those who hunger for it

To the victor go the spoils of fame—

Those who seek it, and those who abhor it

Evil is a very real concept

Boiling in the bellies of the graceful

Toiling in the fortress in their complex

To our employers we are faithful

A number arises and there’s a spark in the eye

Obscuring the vision, clouding the mind

«I am the authority on who deserves what

To continue your prosperity, you’ve gotta pay a little cut

We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve

We’ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.»

When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break

When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake

Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals

Bank accounts that tell of rape.

The plates will shift, the Earth will shake

Evil is a very real concept

Dancing in the diner to your upset

Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth

Their only success is our defeat

So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights

And jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights

Revel in the adoration you acquire

Dive into the altruism you inspire

Then sit back and pour a drink, relax

Cause no one sees the other half

The same qualities that you despise

Are the qualities you personify

So dig deep and find your buried heart

I know it’s in there somewhere

Acquisition isn’t all there is

And no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired

Revisions of histories et al.

abound

It flatters me now.

It flatters me now…

«Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite

It flatters me now.

It flatters me now.»