Not My Fault

For a dancer lacking the perfect move
A third leg would complete the plan
When failure calls, there's always proof —
Blame falls on others, never on man
Of laziness, sloth, you've heard not a whisper
Productivity's your highest law
Like the lines from some old-time scripture
Up at dawn with no sign of flaw

But truth has long since disappeared
In relics of a bygone creed
Morals and manners have faded here
With no real cause or need
Envy's no longer a modest hue
And joy in others fades to gray
The brave parade you thought you knew
Is just a bourgeois masquerade
No shame now clings to sins of old
We're steeped in cynic's cold disdain
Toward everything, everyone sold
In bitter, hollow cynic's name

Our views collide, they spark and clash
An existential flaw unveiled
Could this really be our path?
So futile, broken, pale

Let go of the molds you try to fit
Strengthen that core you claim to bear
Race like light, with the courage to split
What's timeless from what wears

But truth has long since disappeared
In relics of a bygone creed
Morals and manners have faded here
With no real cause or need
Our views collide, they spark and clash
An existential flaw unveiled
Could this really be our path?
So futile, broken, pale