there's nothing noble in this kind of rot
we weather storms but reach no harbour sure
our choice is clear pay up or lose the plot
some day there is an answer this time not
no other means our safety to ensure
there's nothing noble in this kind of rot
we tell ourselves there is but we forgot
how much of nonsense we have to endure
our choice is clear pay up or lose the plot
like children here with noses full of snot
we cannot breathe and cannot find the cure
there's nothing noble in this kind of rot
so we must leave but first undo the knot
that binds with certainty both raw and pure
our choice is clear pay up and lose the plot
leaving behind enough to fill the slot
in hope that reason will some day mature
there's nothing noble in this kind of rot
our choice is clear pay up and lose the plot
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