Profits

You're on the edge of the last board
One more step, before the fall
Swimming isn’t easy when the world’s stationed on your back
Memories are like pieces of a crime
It’s all broken glass
You're on the edge of the last board
One more step before the fall
Doctoral judgments measuring your worth
Charged with credit on everybody’s dime
Illusions sold to children and coerced before they’ve made up their minds
With fear, of the unknown
When prophets profit
Silence is to blame
So buyer beware
What they sell is the same
So make up your mind
Don’t judge yourself by anybody else’s time
Don’t fear the unknown
Live for yourself