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Hail to the Skeptics

from Irreveries by Sven Curth

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Hail to the skeptics

Hail to the skeptics, never reckless - rarely bold;
ever wary of the fold; not believing what they're told.
Here's to the cynics, looking out through watchful eyes;
rarely taken by surprise; seeking truth but finding lies.
Here's to the losers, on the outside - looking in;
trying to navigate the spin; forced to draw strength from within.
Here's to the loners, on the outskirts of the crowd;
determining the best way out -
in case the need should come about.

How could you have believed them when they've lied so much before?
They'd sell their mothers for a profit or a chance to start a war.
You thought that this time would be different -
they'd be in it to do good...
though the record seems to indicate they never have or would.
Which one of the talking heads convinced you it was true?
Was it corporations, politicians, or the media - for you?
When the scope becomes apparent
and the smoke begins to clear
will you ever come to realize how they preyed upon your fears?

Hail to the skeptics, never reckless - rarely bold;
ever wary of the fold; not believing what they're told.
Here's to the cynics, looking out through watchful eyes;
rarely taken by surprise; seeking truth but finding lies.
Here's to the losers, on the outside - looking in;
trying to navigate the spin; forced to draw strength from within.
Here's to the loners, on the outskirts of the crowd;
determining the best way out -
in case the need should come about.

Of course, you must admit they really played their part quite well;
they used all your best intentions to help them influence and sell.
They turned the cautious into criminals; the doubters into fools...
as they canonized the sycophants and rewrote all the rules.
But with acceptance, comes complicity, for all the damage done;
how many staring down the barrel of their own, misguided, gun?
As to how it all plays out, or if the truth will be laid bare...
time will tell... but by then will anybody even care?

When you're:
All alone and afraid, and you're
not sure of the way, but you're
somehow certain things aren't what they claim...
Sold out and betrayed
at the hands by whom we should have been saved;
they moved our lives around,
like chattel, in a game.

Hail to the skeptics, never reckless - rarely bold;
ever wary of the fold; not believing what they're told.
Here's to the cynics, looking out through watchful eyes;
rarely taken by surprise; seeking truth but finding lies.
Here's to the losers, on the outside - looking in;
trying to navigate the spin; forced to draw strength from within.
Here's to the loners, on the outskirts of the crowd;
determining the best way out -
in case the need should come about.

And how about you?
You were afraid to buck the trend...
Was it worth in the end?
Are you happy now, my friend?

So unsuspecting...
of the bait you swallowed whole;
the bill of goods that you were sold;
the endless lies that you were told.

You cheerfully took up their cause;
dutifully sharpened your claws;
and to the roaring of applause...
excoriated the outlaws...

You'll never wash away the guilt and pain that you have caused.
You will have to answer for the the lines that you have crossed.
You'll never wash away the guilt and pain that you have caused.
You will have to answer for the lives that you have cost.

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from Irreveries, released September 5, 2023

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