...You weren't born with the world falling at your feet





The path is long sad agonizing being dragged on your knees





...and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust





When all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust





You're prime for the raping





And when you don't ponder to meet the agenda


Scavengers start to gather


Perverse visionaries taste the lather


The just rewards in controlled rebellion





Tossed and probed like a gristly peace of meat


Lock, stock and barrel slave


You just don't contradict big brother


He's got the right to push you under





...and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down,





And you're branded with the stigma, unusable dropouts





...and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,





The creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces





You're ripe for the breaking