Finances

[Introduction]
Rapacity spurs parasitization.
There are four moves to the pleb's hold of iron.

[Pre-Verse]
One
In Curtsy, blink and wink, plucking the crowd.

[Verse 1]
Measures after measures of oppression,
at the labour's rhythm comes submission.
Strings of betrayals and usurpations
soften and prostrate all the companions.

[Instrumental Chorus]

[Pre-Verse]
Two
In Hakas, taming and forcing the crowd.

[Verse 1]
Following an armed coup, ankles shackled,
under martial law of a police state,
only the most enduring can gyrate
if prized industries get renovated.

[Chorus]
From you to me is our exchange.
From me to you is our finance.
Theirs: exist to bleed us.
Our: exist to love us.

[Pre-Verse]
Three
In Bent, to constrain the lead of the crowd.

[Verse 1]
Intimidating the political
is a subgenus of the interlace.
Darkened, they are pirouette in a volte-face.
Reining theirs is their means of survival.

[Chorus]
From you to me is our exchange.
From me to you is our finance.
Theirs: exist to bleed us.
Our: exist to love us.

[Pre-Verse]
Four
In the Chiefs’ heads tilt and shrug at the crowd.

[Verse 1]
To hatch blackmail remains the utmost suave.
In a courtship of the business' helmsman,
odious nights will compromise the captain.
Gold gets bartered by the quiet bagman.

[Chorus]
From you to me is our exchange.
From me to you is our finance.
Theirs: exist to bleed us.
Our: exist to love us.

[Pre-Verse]
Elsewhere
In masked sarabande is woven the cloth.

[Verse 1]
Ballerinas under hushed murmured pacts.
Through hidden initiation rituals,
after proof of malice, are to manage.
In facade guarding, the valiant parade:
a ghostly ball's rural pomp.

[Outro]
As true humans, we speak frankly:
prudent for our plans guarantee.
Public tip is hungry
for aims, hope and ideas.