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Compel yourself just enough

(Company man)

And you might just believe that

A brow-beaten, a sheepish lament

Is a sure-fire way to be absolved

Fan the flames back to

The corpse pile you disown

Warming like touchy-feely

At the sweatshop turned tomb

At the sweatshop turned tomb

Then comes assurance:

We're of gold standard

Against which standard?

Standard scripted stream of

'Woe is mine'

Assurances, accomplices

Oh so pseudo

Exoneration, beg your pardon

Oh so pseudo

We go boom on our cheap tat

Fraying like our standards

And repeat as standard

Standard sorry

State to sorrier serfs

Assurances, accomplices

Oh so pseudo

Resolution, dead impassioned

Oh so pseudo

Propel oneself

Vindication, never in question...

Oh so pseudo

And oh so pseudo

Oh so pseudo

Exoneration, beg your pardon

Margins must increase