[Matthew, spoken]
Then, as I fell, I heard Tessie's soft cry, and her spirit fled
And even while falling, I longed to follow her
For I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle
And there was only God to cry to now

[Matthew]
Heaven help the poor man now
You don't have time
Gathering the digital chits
That define your life

Blessed are the rich
Blessed are the dominant
Blessеd are the powerful
Blеssed are the whites and American
Blessed are the victors, to whom go the spoils


[Paul, while Chorus sings "Down" repeatedly]
The fall you believe is not far as it seems
And the deep can not be so alive
The blithe poison meme that you did not believe
But you saw and it entered your mind

[Matthew]
Walk the line, your head held high
The numbers speak your name
The balance of your pride
The one you own
The one you're paying for
The one for profit
Reach from the ground
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