Vice Versa

Let me drink from my pan
Like the dog you’ve made of me
Sub par sustenance
But what do I know of greed?
Just do your job. Make the choice to let them pull your strings.
As you sing of your sincere struggle
My song is the song unsung
As I drown in ash and rubble
Will these words carry from my tongue?
You’ll testify, thrown to lions as you plead.
You take your time
And so steal mine
A corrupt design
You’ll destroy my kind
Sickness ascends as we move toward the end
Health on decline as they tear down our shrine
Inside of the holes
Where we conscript the souls
And shepard the lost
As they weep at the cost
They will never be saved
From the anguish they’ve made
And the people they bury
And the sins that they carry
You’ll testify, thrown to lions as you plead.