Tell me how you live without a spine,
Digging yourself deeper all the time,
Backed into a corner it’s your own,
Fault,
Seems you get a kick out of being,
Forced into an underdog position,
Grasping for what you can get, what they’ll let you have,
While the pigs feast,
The hand is strong, its grip is overwhelming,
As it closes on your throat,
You beg for air, you try to make a compromise,
But you won’t push back,
Why are you so obsessed with appearing to be moderate,
Even in the face of constant abuse,
You’d let anyone take advantage of you,
As long as you thought it’d make you look fair and reasonable,
You’re all about appearances,
If it looks like progress it must be progress,
But nothing about you is progressive,
You’re just the white-teethed placater of a corrupt establishment,
You’re an expert at ending conversations,
Just before the point where they make you uncomfortable,
You wouldn’t want any meaningful change,
Cause you’re pretty content with the way things are going right now,
I see right through you, man,
You're not impartial,
Not even ignorant,
You're complicit,
You're complicit,
You're complicit,
You're complicit,
You're complicit