O pallor the greed of curses
What valor the gilded
The drink of saken. Lust as we
Curse loudly in pleasures pain.
Wan faced drawn out treasures
Make  masks for the demons
As sated we gather around.
Altars of tokens forbidden
As we spoken lies for
Brotherhood and the majority.
Trust leaders to make decisions
That bind the accused before
Their convicted. And is all for the good of the neighborhood you know and societies
Commonality. That that which we feed for all that we know
Will one day come back to
Eat us. But so say the makers with green lined pockets fair
Is what we
All allow