From the boneyard
I\'ll start to play
Loss of integrity
Is the fine and fee you pay
The keys to your kingdom
You give away willingly
You believe what you\'re told
And you\'re told what to believe
The M.O. of the con
Is a brazen slight of hand
With a small supply of snake oil
A fool can rule the land
I\'ll charm you with lies
About the shit you love
And you\'ll eat it up
Like it\'s manna from above
No need to adjust behavior
You\'re so damned soft, and weak
I\'ll just twist the words you speak
The game is afoot
Wheels are in motion
You fall right in line
I have your devotion
Yeah, the hustle is on
You\'re two steps behind
You agree with what I say
It fits in your narrowed mind