Tabula Rasa Lyrics

The covetous spectre guides him to unpleasant pastures new.

The man who shines,
The man we dressed in white.
The man who’s bounty shades mass plight.

They seed infertile soil, to feed the gluttonous squares.
Your bounty applauds their constant musical chairs.
They press play, & their shadows stare at the shares.

Trite across the boarders, gaunt products sold on tv.
Suited marauder behind her; his whispers anoints her front covers.
Watch their lives ignore your own let them hold thy kingdoms throne.

Your mouths feed, his eyes stir & taunts further dimwit with promised smash hit.