Oh So Pseudo

Compel yourself just enough (Company man) And you might just believe that A brow-beaten, a sheepish lament Is a sure-fire way to be absolved Fan the flames back to The corpse pile you disown Warming like touchy-feely At the sweatshop turned tomb At the sweatshop turned tomb Then comes assurance: We're of gold standard Against which standard? Standard scripted stream of 'Woe is mine' Assurances, accomplices Oh so pseudo Exoneration, beg your pardon Oh so pseudo We go boom on our cheap tat Fraying like our standards And repeat as standard Standard sorry State to sorrier serfs Assurances, accomplices Oh so pseudo Resolution, dead impassioned Oh so pseudo Propel oneself Vindication, never in question... Oh so pseudo And oh so pseudo Oh so pseudo Exoneration, beg your pardon Margins must increase