In the capital of ambition
Where impossible dreams are sold
A quick or gradual ascent, or so I've been told
But behind the polite smiles, there lurks a constant threat
A scent of danger, a game of temptation, you bet
I witness the chaos, the enormity of the scheme
As the skeleton of my dreams, begins to teem
Hostile takeover, a transfer of power
In the mist of deceit, in this critical hour
With every slice of hope, they garble the truth
A dotted line of lies, these sinister sleuths
They woo with promises
A deceptive guise
But their fault lines show beneath their polite disguise
As they receive my trust, they invalidate my trust
In this chaotic game, they wait for it to rust
I work against the tide, against the tide they inflate
But their grip is firm, sealing this company's fate
Hostile takeover, a transfer of power
In the mist of deceit, in this critical hour
With every slice of hope, they garble the truth
A dotted line of lies, these sinister sleuths
Stretch of their reach, the tempt of control
In the capital of ambition, they've taken their toll
But amidst their conquest, they take me out of my seat
Can I rise from the ashes, after they throw me onto the street
Ohh, to the street
Hostile takeover, a transfer of power
In the mist of deceit, in this critical hour
With every slice of hope, they garble the truth
A dotted line of lies, these sinister sleuths
Ashes I dust of, walk away with a new train of thought