The barrels filled to pockets with your cash,
We’ll make oil, and you’ll buy it back.
Let’s set you up a schedule, Rome wasn’t built in the day;
It rose and fell to it’s own pride but that doesn’t matter much now anyway.
 
Come now, slip it down;
Give us full control
It puts such a smile on our face
To have what’s missing from your soul.
 
The happiness grows short? Give us a little more;
Problems may arise as we bleed you dry, but wrap a veil around your eyes.
It’s a measure of self-worth, don’t you want your life to work?
The broken become free again, keep seeking silver fishermen.
 
Put your lives into their hands, see it shaped into another grand;
The broken become free again, keep seeking silver fishermen.

(2014)

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