Morals of the wise
Have to wait in line
Breathe in the stench of the
Human condition
In spite of all
His discontent
Watch as he cuts his hands
On a safe living
In spite of all
His discontent
Righteous men know nothing
Back up machinery still good
Self serving piety still good
With all that form you'd think
Better they knew everything
Extra regular
Still, I see you're scared
Of strangers walking by
And it makes me wish
We were still alive