There's Nothing Left For You

To those who have no direction,
To those who have lost track,
To those of you who, regretfully,
Have been stabbed in the back;
To those without a future,
To those without a clue,
To those of you that tried:
There's nothing left for you!

The fat cats and the liars
Have eaten all the provisions,
We can only blame ourselves
We voted for their decisions.

To those who have been deceived,
To those who had no choice,
To those who were too blind,
We don't own any voice;
To those who are puzzled,
To those who are confused,
To those who falsely believe:
There's nothing left for you!

The fat cats and the liars
Have plotted their own course,
We can only blame ourselves
We didn't finalize the divorce.

To those who didn't know,
To those who didn't care,
To those who couldn't stop
Themselves from being there;
To those who have a grin,
To those who feel blue,
To those who never mind:
There's nothing left for you!

The fat cats and the liars
Have taken over the house,
We can only blame ourselves
For the flame not being doused.

To those who fall in line,
To those on the run,
To those with a free will,
Which will soon be undone;
To those who can read,
To those with a muse,
To those who seek expression:
There's nothing left for you!

The fat cats and the liars
Have taken back the grants,
We can only blame ourselves
For we gave them that chance.

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