Hollow Men

from Ward No. 9 by Sanity

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Welfare, a dying word
Greed is my, chosen lord
Sales and egos, overgrown
Scales of justice, hanging low

Promises, lies they are
Words deceive, from afar
Building up, and knocking down
Constant growth, don’t care how

Greed is all around… a treachery
A white collar world… in-sanity

The vultures are, searching for
flesh ‘n bones, of the poor
You’re past, you, were my friend
Fake smiles stay, till the end

Lost my mind, a sacrifice
Trade two goods, for one price
Now you may, know my game.
Your vote is, my tool of trade

Greed is all around… a treachery
A white collar world… in-sanity

Well greased and, painted palms
Rip you off, kick your balls
See them pray, on their knees
No one will, bull-shit me

Pay-check is, my way out
Sharp lies to, cut your throat
Deals built on, loss and grief,
A Hollow man, high-paid thief.

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from Ward No. 9, released December 24, 2012

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Andy - Guitar
Mike - Drums
Pete - Bass

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