Men only see the truth in their very greedA transparent hollow with a misguided grinSo wide-apart that it cannot be filled. A fair one cry or a cry of the thousandsThe wave of justice seems far-awayFor it deserts Men in their most needIts not always sudden and swiftBut it’s sure to come at the ugliest hourThis is the hateful truth even Eris herself concedes

Oh, how comely its clothed vices Best performing spin-doctors leads and devices With devious fables slicing golden knights Deafening all golden pleas for betterment with golden coinsWhere the highest payers echoes sevenfold the others

Played with Loki’s own craftOut-witting and out-planning everyone but yourselfYes, that’s the only truth they knowOh, how well they paint and discolor itAll to harvest the village yam

Politics as we hear them sayA stately game where everyone is a winnerAnd everyone is a loserWin today, lose tomorrowNavigating every façade bloody test