Metered in hypocrisy, our voices
sing of wrong done with empathy and
condone theirs - to mitigate our vices.
Timid of judgement, we without values
are unable to take a moral stand.
Metered in hypocrisy, our voices
are dissembled confusion as the die are
cast. To the young we lie, with faces bland
condone theirs - to mitigate our vices.
The family - broken to pieces,
our food and ethics conveniently canned;
metered in hypocrisy, our voices
unencumbered by conscience, give license
to all desires. Come join the band.
Condone theirs - to mitigate our vices.
His lack of responsibility is
difficult, but his manner is grand.
Metered in hypocrisy our voices
condone his - to mitigate our vices.
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