“This is not medically necessary for you”
Say insurance men when the bills come due.
My physician and I might disagree,
Will that even matter? I guess we’ll see.
This is the land of milk and honey,
Get what you need, if you have the money,
That’s the long story short, get ready to fight
If it cuts into profits, we’ll know what’s right.  
As for you, well, have you tried prayer?
That’s much easier than expecting us to care.
Just turn your eyes up to the man in the sky,
Hey, if we’re wrong, it’s no loss, you just die.

I walk encumbered
With my weary soul
In search of what?
I can never know
Beneath the crush
Of obligations grow
To cavernous cracks
I don’t dare to show.
The hidden collapse
That’s steady and slow

This voice screams
Silently in my head
And it seems
I must ignore the dread
Pressing against the seams
Like 1000 pounds of lead
Poisoning my dreams
As I lay awake in bed
Silencing the screams
Ringing in my head

Every day
All work
No play
For 40 years
Or til’
You pass away

We stand
At the precipice
******* our breath
Before the free fall plunge
Into the cold
Dark abyss

No words can describe the sadness I feel
Listening to musings of those mad with power
Dividing this house with vigor and zeal,
With no ear for cries of the people devoured.
Then again, does it even matter what’s right?
Victors write history, and a win is a win  
Regardless of rules, or how ***** they fight.
Will it be enough to hide the truth of the sin?