Sceptic in Perspective

It's a straight and narrow path
Or is it fate which takes our hand?
Play the game, praise the man
That fakes the masterplan;
Take the rough with the smooth
Whose loss do we lose?
What else could we disprove?
Who shapes the abuse?

You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity

Buy it out and watch it die;
Fashion talks, the bullshit flies
Bite your tongue and breathe a sight;
Take the fall or take the climb
Streamlined and new improved
A nation sadly out of tune
Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion?

Just an observation of a machine generation

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The same old song (x4)

Is the message lost in this - that's not politics?
There's a rhyme to this reason:
They're one and the same
Take the hearts that they broke
And the money they chose
You're left with no answer
To this industry's cancer

Just an observation of a machine generation

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The same old song (x4)

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