The Bitter Aftertaste Of Exploitation

A smile full of razors, as those bodies piled up high. A gun from those lips, a sacrifice for saving face. Smashed teeth, a foot-hold, a means to an end, Broadcast for all, anything to win over empty approval. Simulation of understanding, a shoulder for all, knives crossed behind the back, all revealed, self-satisfied, A vista of wreckage, scrap and picked bones, Left in the wake, oblivious to everything, everyone you've left to rot. Trail of disease, use once and destroy. Vessels laid to waste, use once and destroy. Your offer of salvation is a double-edged sword.