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Is it worth it for all the accolades

And whatever money you collect?

The lines are more than blurred.

It seems you’re one who merely masquerades

As being called to serve and protect,

So how good is your word?

I’d be a fool to accept what comes from your lips,  

Yet there’s one question with which I can’t come to grips.

How far would you go to fulfill your desire?

Would you bind my hands and throw me to the fire?

Would you stomp on my eye and peel it like a grape?

Would you fuck me in the ass and not call it rape?

I’ve tried to make any sense

Of  your unscrupulous ways.

It seems you’ll spare no expense

As long as someone else pays.

I just want to know

How far would you go?

Everywhere I look and see your brothers

I recognize your face on top of theirs.

Some say you might not be like the others -

They’ve mistaken me for someone who cares.

I live in a world now rearranged,

My outlook on it forever changed.

I recall being someone who’d have risked his life

To rescue your like from a burning car.

Now I’d lock eyes with you just to twist in the knife,

Leave you to burn like the garbage you are.

You’ll never step out from behind your mask

So why do I even bother to ask?

How far would you go to fulfill your desire?

Would you bind my hands and throw me to the fire?

Would you stomp on my eye and peel it like a grape?

Would you fuck me in the ass and not call it rape?

I’ve tried to make any sense

Of your unscrupulous ways.

It seems you’ll spare no expense

As long as someone else pays.

I just want to know

How far would you go?