Forget about the boy in the basement,
In a utopia, an easy task.
We have for you every fulfillment
To hide moral concerns behind a mask.
You can sit in a paper mache throne
as you review over your bank balance.
We’ll give you underlings who’ll lay down prone
In a hope that your praise will come by chance.
If you are willing to swallow your pride,
You’ll live a life executively styled.
The only rule you will need to abide
Is to ignore what happens to the child.
Every life is about compromise,
A place where we find morality dies.