We are experiencing a stumble
A bump that evaded our eyes
We, who stay in control
But with no control of our own
We who state the facts
We who are the deciding factor
A thousand miles off
We'll just make a correction
Years without a step
Days without an excuse
As if we've ever tried
To cover dishonest tracks
But when it comes to fruition
When we all peak a certain age
We hit that kind of corruption
And we embrace it,
As if we've known about it all this time.