Anchoress - The Futurist

You came in
Like a storied prince
Both in name and comparison
But we've seen the worth of your words
And buddy it ain't much
You're fucking out of touch

You're driving
Under the influence
Full of adrenaline
You claim you are a gentleman
But we know that's not true though

You're just making an appearance
All smiles, another one on the books
It must be fucking nice
Knowing those platitudes suffice
As you leverage the financial engineering to benefit a handful of crooks

You're speaking words you know are false
Thinking you're safe behind those walls

Change will come
Like it always does
The future will arrive
No matter hard you fight
You're trying to hold back the dawn
Because you profit off the night

Written by:
Rob Hoover

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