Power Corrupts

Power corrupts

Power corrupts

Power corrupts

Power corrupts

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

Scour the structures

That tower above

Vowing to crush all those

Stalwart and just

Flush in his slush is the

Sow in the mush

Room's scented sour of

Oligarch musk

Flowering, lush

In his thrush and its pus

Crusting o'er ev'ry last

Orifice gushed

Louring, doubting

If he has enough

Dowries paid in

A fountain of blood

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

All the while, hucksters

Keep every door shut

Our voices shushed, so

We're stuck in a rut

Bustin' our butts

For a boss who is nuts

Just to get fired by

Emails abrupt

Therein, the crux

Of the crisis is thus

Tyrants who tire us

By every thrust

Brow-beating brethren

Down on they luck

Pry our last bucks while

Devoured by lust

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

Cowardice, sus

Power corrupts

Souring trust in us

Frustrated husks

Now is the hour of

Dourest dusk; how we're

Showered in rust, while

Our stuff turns to dust

Souring trust

Cowardice, sus

Showered in rust

Power corrupts

Frustrated husks

Dourest dusk

Stuff turns to dust

Power corrupts