Thirty three hops through the bread and circus ring
Scrambled instructions served with every shiny distraction
Buried in the bottom good intentions mixed with ignorance
Scripts causing errors installed and updated every minute.
Permanent sacrifices for temporary pleasures
Unbalanced scales provided by smiling gatekeepers
Discovering we’re controlled burn underbrush through it all
Oh I want the pleasures without fame I’ll take direct deposits
But I rather live poor than agree to bloody terms.
Crawlspaces behind sturdy walls
Rules unknown to govern all
What have we done in the darkest dark searching for light?