The ends justify the means, then, darling?
**** the bird and insist it never could sing?
Force the truth to hide and it simply goes away?
Demand fresh blood in sacrifice every day to pay?
Piling posies in the pockets of the putrid dead
Covers up the rot and lets you turn your pretty head.
But underneath the folly is the same
That forced the crying loss to change its name.
You always speak of what you don't deserve
But yet expect each whim to end up served,
If you close your eyes and witness shallowly
You are content that there's no more to see.
But underneath you must have felt the shame
The barbed and anguished playing of your game:
Just because you forced someone to lie
Doesn't mean you've won and changed the sky.
It is the same as it has always been.
Even if you conquer, you don't win.