Lyrics Without Prejudice - Protest The Hero

Without Prejudice

Wealth is a sick man’s game
Those who have it and those who hunger for it
To the victor go the spoils of fame—
Those who seek it, and those who abhor it
Evil is a very real concept
Boiling in the bellies of the graceful
Toiling in the fortress in their complex
To our employers we are faithful
A number arises and there’s a spark in the eye
Obscuring the vision, clouding the mind
«I am the authority on who deserves what
To continue your prosperity, you’ve gotta pay a little cut
We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve
We’ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.»
When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break
When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake
Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals
Bank accounts that tell of rape.
The plates will shift, the Earth will shake
Evil is a very real concept
Dancing in the diner to your upset
Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth
Their only success is our defeat
So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights
And jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights
Revel in the adoration you acquire
Dive into the altruism you inspire
Then sit back and pour a drink, relax
Cause no one sees the other half
The same qualities that you despise
Are the qualities you personify
So dig deep and find your buried heart
I know it’s in there somewhere
Acquisition isn’t all there is
And no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired
Revisions of histories et al.
abound
It flatters me now.
It flatters me now…
«Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite
It flatters me now.
It flatters me now.»