Fabled archer takes from them such goods the weak require.
Crush his skull and take his family, thieving lowly liar.
But in this land it’s what you give is what you shall receive.
How the big man has it all is what you won’t believe.
What is there to lose, when all you had is gone?
The world still spins around you as you fall to your knees and crawl.
Desire is in your eyes, but all you see is lies.
They stare into your black soul; soon they’ll reap you of that too.
A short boy with the buck teeth and exhausted parent shakes.
The rich kid with the braces taunts the poor boy, bad mistake
Stand up for yourself young man; the rich kid hits the ground,
A lowly dog the poor boys title, send him to the pound.
What is there to lose, when all you had is gone?
The world still spins around you as you fall to your knees and crawl.
Desire is in your eyes, but all you see is lies.
They stare into your black soul; soon they’ll reap you of that too.
A frail man sits below a bridge, as wilful as he’s starved
You can go home, but you can’t stay here, now try the boulevard.
Leave him be you heartless stone; now be off on your way.
This man’s case is full of space, but he don’t need your wares today.
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