Never Given To The LightMature

It's about the culture of 'win at all costs' and the potential pros and cons of adapting such a nomadic, emotionally distant mercenary lifestyle

I live for what others may suffer

And through selfish desire, or is it instinct

I may suffer fools another day

And through dark deception, or intuition 

I may find myself king for the day

 

Perspective as brittle as straw

Casting judgement to the wind when the grey appears

Light and glory give themselves freely to fear

Each of us walking through the blackest of doors

 

They're broken down

And it's making them sick

I was never given to the light or dark

Or godly moral politics

 

I thrive on those who sway in the breeze

And through wicked intent, or am I determined

I suffer another fucking fool today

And through scraping the barrel, a smash and grab

I will rule this world today

 

Instinct as dulled as broken suns

Inhibition send to die as parasites take hold

How my avarice desires the streets paved with gold

Make gains through black money or tainted guns

 

They're broken down

And it's making them sick

I was never given to the light or dark

Or godly moral politics

 

 

 

The End

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