Mad Men Carry the Masks

The mad Men Carry The Masks The man men carry the masks Pigs of humanity Fit to burst Stuffed to the brim with a confluence Of money, power and prestige The last Vestige Of the dying days of a broken system In dire need of repair The fire in your eyes Flickering away Gasping for air All your hopes are dashed And the masks have the plans laid bare Nefariously Disasterously Waging war on the working class Hedge your bets Pray on the weak And get a payout if your horse wins Evil tycoons Hellish typhoons A conflux of motherfuckers I can see you You're hiding behind I can see you You are hiding behind Cowardly filth of this earth Living off the fat of the land Has made you yellow and selfish Like a fucking starfish Square, circle triangle Umbrella, moon and star There's no more time left For your self-centred smug fucking face For the avenging angel knows what you are