I lurk quietly just below the surface
Like Malevolent methane under Tundra
Then I creep stealthily over your soul
With promises of riches and status
Until you can no longer tell
Black from white, or wrong from right
And you learn how to lie with a straight face
To people who wish you no harm
As your eyes shift around uneasily
Because you don’t want people to see
Your secret part in the great crime
So you smile like a hungry snake
I can keep hold of you for so long
While you do the deadly bidding
For the billionaire criminals
From far away, across the sea
And I convince you that you are doing right
And yes, that black is really white
But truth chips away at me bit by bit
And always conquers in the end
CLICK HERE TO DONATE TO OUR CROWDFUNDER
HELP US BECOME STRONGER SO THAT WE CAN CONTINUE TO DELIVER POWERFUL CITIZEN JOURNALISM!
