You wear your hypocrisy like a cloak,
Wrapping your anger around you as protection.
You say you are weary and the wolf is on your back
And I have no sympathy for tact. You say "just the facts"
You twist the truth with such craft, call in a lectern,
To watch as the river burns, the border collapse
Between what you say and what you choose,
Caught between a storm and a noose.
You recite prized mythologies built by age,
Too bad the world does not work that way,
Bring in that classic attack, pack mentality,
I refuse to play your mirror with impunity
And I have no sympathy for that,
I always placed sentiment over facts.