Only Bribery Is Real

A lifelong sacrifice to achieve a handful of dust
The payment of goods for a bit of reputation
Bloodletting circuitry for a promise of well-being
The conviction that
Nothing is due
That everything has its price
But what is certain and what is not?
There was a time of favors
When price could be established by our own rules
But those times are long gone now
Our possessions are decided by
The law of the market
What is certain and what is not?
What is useful and what is not?

Only bribery is real
The self is the only thing that counts
We'd do anything for personal advancement
Wouldn't we?
The dominion of exchange
The cult of the material
The waning of good sense
When having is better than being
Everyone is sure to fail

"You've got to pay for my service
You've got to pay for a home and a place to live
Pay to eat, pay to sleep, pay to work
Pay for amusement and
Pay for everything else
pay for the privilege of living"
Such harsh words for someone who
Came to life by pure coincidence
Who will never learn how to walk
In this complex system of
Webs and mechanisms
Whom to trust and whom to ignore?
Whom to confide this paranoia?

Only bribery is real
The self is the only thing that counts
We'd do anything for personal advancement
Wouldn't we?
The dominion of exchange
The cult of the material
The waning of good sense
When having is better than being

What is true and what is not
If everything is fake and abstract?
Like your pathetic titles
And your pathetic requisites?
Maybe truth is simply not
And sorry for all the bullshit I said