The Politics' Black Swan

They tell me whoever steals will go to hell
But I see the corrupt living very well
I'm the one who survives in my very old shell
I pretend to be idolized ‘cause it's the best feeling I've ever felt

They fuck you with words, but no one wants to tell
A bunch of pigs, can you stand that smell?
A struggle of ideas waiting for the strike bell
They deceive you once more
It's the best feeling they've ever felt

They judge the helpless
Demoralize you unless
You sell what's left of your soul to move on
Oh, it's such a bless
Everything ends up with a mess
So start over after the black swan

Pay for the bad decisions you’ve never made
Dollar after dollar till you fade
This is the policy of your state
It doesn't matter anymore if you say so

They judge the helpless
Demoralize you unless
You sell what's left of your soul to move on
Oh, it's such a bless
Everything ends up with a mess
So start over after the black swan