Mantle

Yeah, they're feeding on us all, hoping we'll bend and fall, smiling through their crime, they'll do anything for a dime

But the smell of corruption falls on the streets, as we beg to see their mighty defeat, yearning for a change of pace, a better place, our disgust shows we're pissed

as they rise to their mantle, we go like this

Broken and torn, we can survive

It might take time, oh it'll take time

You hold yourselves above authority

Whining when we find your scandals

You lose your role to majority

And yet you're still on the mantle