Quoth the Craven

They say that she's waning but I don't
Her tendrils continue to unfurl
Shaking as I see it changing
She adapts and she corrupts
Selfish supplicants pretending to see it
Pretending to believe

Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more
Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more

She targets the gap where there should be a heart
No moral imperative stands on its own
Automatic purpose built for bloated times
Redesigned
Would that they were for real
So much to do now
They don't see the point now

Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more
Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more

They hold the line
Reflexively
They watch the watch
And will do anything
But take a side

In fiery times
In an age of doubt
She conjures a place
Where they can ride it out
Pacified

No-one can convince her of the urgency
And what we must do
No-one can convince her of the urgency
And where we must draw the line
I don't know what else we can conclude
It's time to choose

Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more
Oh, Quoth the craven
A little bit more



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Writer(s): David Meyer
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