@migu music@

Compel yourself just enough

(company man)

And you might just believe that

A brow-beaten, a sheepish lament

Is a sure-fire way to be absolved

Fan the flames back to

the corpse pile you disown

Warming like touchy-feely

at the sweatshop turned tomb

Then come assurance:

we're of gold standard

Against which standard?

Standard scripted stream

of 'woe is me'.

Assurances, accomplices

- Oh so pseudo

Exoneration, beg your pardon

- Oh so pseudo

We go boom on our cheap tat

Fraying like our standards

And repeat like standard

Standard sorry

state to sorrier serfs

Assurances, accomplices

Oh so pseudo

Resolution, dead impassioned

Oh so pseudo

Propel oneself

Vindication, never in question...

Oh so pseudo

And oh pseudo

Exoneration, beg your pardon

margins must increase.