A check and a balance for the proverbial scale. Breathe in the cyanide with an electric exhale. The soul is for sale at a discounted price. Mother Liberty is weeping for what was sacrificed.
Is she yours and not mine? Must I give her away? Did you think you were right with the games that you played? The blue-collar is rising out of the rot the ones that you’ve used and the ones that you’ve mocked.
An institute of arrogance only you comprehend will distract from the truth and deceive in the end.