I'm so sorry to rain on your parade
yes, I used to believe in your absolutes
but they proved to be of little use
the man behind the curtain pulls the strings
what a delicate dance, what a tangled web
spinning around, spinning around
down is up and up is down
you've got your greed and your petty blessings
a curse to those with skin in the game
white wash leaves behind such toxic waste
we're way past needing any more empty gestures
the privilege has been all yours
