What's it like? To burn the candle at both ends Sharpen the knife For everyone you called a friend Seduced by fame A crumbling image Another small man Addicted to power Not your savior Not your guiding light A poison promise and they all bought in Have been inked and sold with a promise to win At the cost of innocent lives poorly spent Empty words with cruel intent Hidden agenda Morals worn thin Too proud to admit They won't ever win A bill of goods What a waste of money You don't own shit Like this country