Lowered expectations met. 
Once were wolves, now domesticated pets. 
Hijacked syntax, footprints on our backs. 
I guess in retrospect we should have covered our tracks. 
But we see what's underneath, the empty threat when they bare their teeth. 
Like priests we speak a dead language, written in sand. 
We need a new lexicon, devils be damned. 
Now M.B.A.'s twist the 
DNA I guess the kids have had their say. 
No Way.