Greater Good — Dikta

Your head is dead Though you can move your feet Hopelessness Is the first thing that comes to mind

Bring it down And nobody cares one bit It’s far away And we don’t know them at all

You make it sound Like you really care about them And all you do Is for their own benefit

Incredible The way you can lie to them Maybe not They’ll listen to anyone

How it worked Nobody knows or cares When walls come down The bills will be sent to you

Open air Is something you never see Dictate your will And blow up your enemies

Show no discretion Everybody knows You’re just lucky they don’t care

Maybe i’m mistaken Perhaps it’s not your fault Perhaps it’s everybody else

You dug your hole, now lay in it Then cover it up, like you always do You made me be political Help me, someday i’ll dig my own