Duck Confit

Duck Confit
 On the path of the direction of the divine
 You'll find
 Vines of women and wine
 In search of the gentle and kind
 You can get fooled by the root of the mind
 Where your strengths lead you
 To great lakes of weakness
 Where with tyrants you wash your hands
 That they stole from the band of chieftains
 Where admirers turn guns for hire
 They shrug as you become victims of friendly fire
 To take a look at all these thieves and liars
 And ask is this what for the world was truly desired
 Just who broke in the wax museum
 And gave these fakes a stage at the Colosseum
 They won't melt under the Hollywood lights
 The West Texas Summer sun
 Where the pastor is plastic on the podium
 Where he smiles with his mouth and not with his eyes
 Where you know deep down inside
 That something's not right
 Like a man killing the mother of his son
 Cleaning his shotgun
 I can't kill the truth of the elephant in the room
 I can't hush the thought cause they sing like a convict's gloom
 Where everybody knows but nobody is talkin'
 Where crimes of humanity are concealed and condoned
 By self preservation and biblical prophecy
 Cause it ain't cool to be you over here
 Or over yonder
 Currency's a commodity
 You pay dearly for your honesty
 If the truth sets you free
 There's a mute with the key
 And the goose that lays the golden egg
 Got cooked for the grease
 Duck Confit