Invisible hand with a knuckleduster
Incorruptible by design
We're waiting for the next disaster
Inevitable
It's about time
Take me to your leader
I'd like to issue a complaint
Can't you hear their screaming
As it echoes around like a refrain
And it plays on and on
On and on
On and on
On
The author a scribbler with no goal
Directs us into the plot hole
Narrator, untrustworthy to the core
Erase me from the pages
Take me to your leader
I'd like to issue a complaint
The few are enjoying their riches
While the rest are grasping at straws
I refuse to be, caught in between
I won't adhere
To the predicated
I refuse to be, caught in between
You'll never see me on my knees