Cup standing straight, power tower, take a drink,
Of the lust that world is swimming in to sink.
Not aware, to think, that we're skating the con's rink.

Madness that the lie will perpetuate a truth,
A man's heart cannot earn what it's never been due.
Naive because its allegiance has been squandered on fools.


Conned men nurse the lie that they have what they want,
But instead of sweet endings they settled for the means at the front.
Con men nurse the lie that they will get what they want,
But instead of sweet endings they'll wakeup where devils haunt.