Fishhook

The salesman, the politician
The lie of something better
The dream of something real
They succeed only to kill
They play the blame game only to get to the top
We swallowed it sinker, hook and line
We’ve greased the way
We’ll die in this place
My heart and mind swim free
But soon enough they’ll catch me
So my friend, learn from me
What I believe
If dieing for an enemy is gain
We can endure any pain
And if hurting an enemy is death
They’ve got no argument left
(Pause and think my friend
Think of where we could have been)
…
They’ll catch me soon
Don’t bite it too