One, two, three

Hear what they say to you
The slaves who bark orders
Pity their chains of gold
And hearts of silver
Thirty pieces and they have
Reached their heaven.
You drag heels in slurry
Bow your head
And let your fingers bleed
Lamenting the coins you
Place in their pockets
One, two, three



Drowning in
thin air
Trying to gulp back
Pushing to break
the surface
But sinking slowly,
singing to the deep