What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in And won't absolve your deepest sin
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god It's dependent and weighty all the same And it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself Then you're at the mercy of imbeciles
Now I didn't make up the rules But clearly we are led by fools It is wise to know their ways So you know how not to behave
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need And we look to those of privilege and power It's then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves And we're at the mercy of imbeciles
No action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky It's reducible to flesh, mind and bone And it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles Imbeciles (3x)
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