Mortgage Your Souls

I want to be a raging storm 
Storm that tears the masks
From those 
Gutless, heartless, pathetic beasts
We revere like demi gods

 

They roam the corridors of power
With their heads in the cloud
Wear honesty and piety like natural skins
And no disguise

 

The beasts feed on griefs 
 Of the common men
They arrive like celebrities,
Act so contrite 
Offer hope and solace,
False and worthless,
To those in despair 

 

In return, they ask for nothing 
Only a mortgage of your soul 
They forget to tell you,
It's a mortgage, which you can't clear
No matter how bold you were