The game

 

To Kurt

And smiling across there he bled

While the thief ran up the parapet

Disguised as the vigilante he said

Hear o all, I am thy savior, and I demand respect

The respect was a price to pay

For the game of chair that they all play

Democracy was a mimicry tuned during Independence Day

And he bled there as he lay

Forever it was not so good a place to be in

The piper hums along with his nasty tune and we followed him

Not knowing that the sea of corruption was lying behind the inn

Oh to take a plunge of faith and to find the candle dim

The joker cried as we smiled

The thief and the janitor made up their mind

Then there was a thunder across the sky

Then we found out we all were to die

There will always be a smoking gun

But the thief will always have fun

We all were never a part of this game

The janitor and the joker were the same

                                                                                Roby