Dance, for the cruel, Dance.
For time long past later will show,
How much better it was if they didn't know,
the plans to one day stop the charade,
To bear my teeth and no longer parade,
My life until I turn to dust,
A life of servitude, a must;
For the poor will serve,
And always deserve,
but never receive,
and always deceived,
Lost is true direction,
The system sought to ensure survival,
Has indeed killed us all.