Misdirection

Armed with old illusions, warm glimmers of conspiracy They spilled the flair of former glories, glints of shining victories And in the face of marbled truths you went marching to your end as if the crowning joy of life was to dress your body in her flag Self-immolation, Maggie's proud old willing boys Prostrate and strafed for numbing dreams, stay nestled in the pocket Ruled by consent from a shroud of fear - if it ain't for you, it'll be all me A show of strength for improvement: pure camouflage for dead solutions Striving to be defined all for middling recognition First up the ladder: Let them rot Mugged by ambition Puppets of tradition Plied with one hand Worked by the other Every dog will have its day Conned again Up on the hillside of morality are gifts nailed to crosses misplaced trust in loyalty Self-immolation, Maggie's proud old willing boys New-money turncoats, Maggie's proud old willing boys