They aspire to rise above hardship
Hollow professions, empty words
How can they bathe in such delusion?
That shed of integrity given up, for passing pleasures
To abscond from shady deeds is more appealing
Eyeballs roll over pavement, sinister hands look out
Plunder, a dope to dig them further in their graves
Consume themselves in their own folly, they prefer
Eyelids droop over optimistic affirmations
Pulled down by their very actions—doused in contradiction.