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Partitionists

Endless craving to be rich
With their hearts as black as pitch
Have the power to evolve
As their human side dissolves
Poor are there to undermine
Cannibals prefer no spines
All their words will condescend
This means nothing in the end

You preyed on their countless lives
Watched them as they burned alive
You increase in equity
Show off your vulgarity
Climb your way up to the top
There's nowhere for you to stop
You don't care who you offend
This means nothing in the end

And in your soul
Misfortune grows
Out of control
A deep black hole

Plastic hearts will grow so cold
At least your class is shining gold
Pinstripes pressed to bring acclaim
Of boardroom reptiles once again
Asking me to hush my mouth
As your growth can't be announced
You'll continue to ascend
This means nothing in the end

Dead upon the boardroom floor
Combination sport and war
Hidden shadows of a snake
Reeling in who takes the bait
Trap them with your quick white lies
A coward masks his yellow eyes
Forces paper to your pen
This means nothing in the end

And in your soul
Misfortune grows
Out of control
A deep black hole

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The ice is cracking underfoot
The water calls your name
It's waiting here to take you
And drag you down again

You place your faith in remedies
And hide from your nightmares
The silent ghosts that haunt your dreams
They drive you to despair

The pain within begins to burn
You're suffering inside
If you had the will to wish away
The thoughts of suicide

And then you find you've lost it all
It's driving you insane
The well has dried up long ago
Can't wash away the stains

And in your soul
Misfortune grows
Out of control
A deep black hole

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With knowledge you can seize the world
With fear you can control
But 'lesser men' will always see
Your world unfold

You walk blank corridors
Of hopes and dreams
Your heart will always follow
Where greedy minds lead

Your coins can't take away
They can't postpone
The cold reality
Of your own headstone