On The Face Of It

On the face of it
On the face of it
There is nothing to confront
Just hypocrisy and inconsistency
While we pretend that we are alone
With our standards bared
And no profits shared
We should count our days numbered

Get busy

On the face of it
On the face of it
There is nothing to conceal
Just conspiracy and atrocity
While we contend with being all alone
With our hardly earned and our bridges burned
We can count our days numbered
That's the tragedy of a strategy
Of looking out for number one