Fault
The audience is set, but there’s no drama yet.
The story must be told- before dies and gets cold.
There is no right and wrong- there’s no choice to bracket correctly.
All there is is right and wrong- for you rather than for me.
Face the music and the sad humanity.
Corruption only makes sense when it’s for the money.
It’s a tale to be woven but it’s sat looming.
Because of our political stalemate, which is overwhelming.
The fact of the matter is is that there is no choice that isn’t sad.
We’re pointed towards a direction that is just plain bad.
But we’ve assimilated into a world without cred.
So, who do you blame for our own indiscretion?
Who do you blame for our ignorant stagnation?
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