When it comes to the corruption of religion and politics, It's like racing around upon the icy decks of the Titanic. Trying to warn people of the impending disaster; A disaster we have repeated many times throughout the ages.
Yet, the warnings go unheeded in the light of distant stars, And 'Kill the messenger' is echoed upon the wind from bow to stern.
The young and poor have allowed apathy to take hold. The middle class is too busy being pious for pious sake, While playing games and sipping drinks.
The upper class is too busy bribing the Captain to go faster for profit sake, As the iceberg fills the watchman's face.
And as the great ship sinks and the children scream, All pray for yet another chance, but it's too late; For the folly of their way has come to pass.