Omen of the Flies

The man in charge doesn’t know what he’s doing

The man in charge doesn’t know how it works

Yet he smiles and says with confidence

That he can tell you why the world turns

Captain of a ship on fire, he sails straight toward the shore

Jester of his own delusions, He’s sure of his charted course

While all the men around him are jumping overboard

The man in charge doesn’t know how to fix it

The man in charge can’t figure it out

He lies and says he understands it

And makes up what it is all about

Doomed to kiss the ass of failure, of his errors he’s unaware

In love with his own false premise, he hasn’t got a prayer

He wears a crown of impotence; which he was born an heir

The man in charge doesn’t care if it’s working

The man in charge can’t follow rules

He props up a decrepit promise

To steal the wealth from those he’s fooled

Hallucinations of his greatness, he builds an idol to himself

Always running from his weakness, memorized by his own spell

He trades truth for the lust of gold and damns us all to hell

The man in charge is not up to the task

The man in charge never learned the ropes

He’s an empty painted puppet

His ignorance betrayed the love of hope

A hungry ghost, a shell of man, he wants more and more

He never gets the meaning and does not know what it is for

Smoke and mirrors, tricks of the trade, entrapment by the lure

The man in charge is a scheming child

The man in charge has faked his way

Exploiting others to hide his weakness

Deception snares the souls for prey

Blinded by his arrogance he feeds his ego’s cry

The clothes he wears, the words he speaks, are symbols of the lie

The path is cursed, the kiss of death, an omen of the flies