Our God above says we have choices here.
We have named him the Western King.
He holds his prize slightly out of reach
to see how low we’ll sink.
Our ruler manufactures pleasure
when we beg and crawl for more.
Compete he says and you will win your life—
who among you can survive without love?
Play the game and one day you may claim
the wealth of the civilized few,
a special space within our elegant race
don’t dwell on a victim or two.
Welcome to our kingdom where beauty means praise—
purchase your distorted mind here:
a life of luxury with no money down
masses of bills, but no need to count.
Still concerned about the outliers with no hope ahead?
The prisoners of poverty and pain.
Sometimes shed a tear for a child in the street?
No worries, we can erase all of their names.
Come quick, we have warned you again and again.
It is dangerous outside these walls.
The images of truth can turn you towards death.
Safety is among us, no danger, no threat.
Beware of your heart, it will get you nowhere.
Bury that spirit and soul.
The only real survivors are the ones who forget.
The ones who seek to know nothing more.
Pledge allegiance to our kingdom, its people, its land
the idols who have founded its name.
Never let your heart play a role in this game—
Where humbleness is a product the blessed ones call shame.