What you do is what you are
  And wishing upon distant stars
  Won't improve the hole you're in
  Won't absolve your deepest sin
  But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god
  It's dependant and weighty all the same
  And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
  But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles
  Now I didn't make up the rules
  But clearly we are led by fools
  It is wise to know their ways
  So you know how not to behave
  But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need
  And we look to those with privilege and power
  It's then we learn compassion sits inert on their shelves
  We're at the mercy of imbeciles
  NO Actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky
  It's reducible to flesh, mind, and bone
  And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
  But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles
  Imbeciles
  Imbeciles
  IMBECILES