Agendas

Trade in your soul
Pieces of gold
Not what it seems
Squash all belief

Wanna know where loyalties lie
Look to your life
where's all your time

Look to the past
Foot on the gas
Look to the end
Self all pretend

Not for nothing
Receive what we bring
Feeling something
lost tacitly

What if things turned
Turned out alright
Time and life were
Were on your side

Friendly competition
the Joneses always winning
Dubious decisions

All expenses paid
Submit your will as a slave
Cradle to the grave

A nightmare forged
from your own hand
A dialect passed
Passed down in sand

Forget everything you have forgot
Juxtapositions you have wrought
Instances of images recalled
Might show you where it all went wrong
A child is born with a heart of gold
Weight of the world
Even rats make homes



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Patrick Powell
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