(wiser We Fall) My 401 K Plan

Wiser we fall the better we crawl on all fours back to the doggie style of being humped over casually Left like an Indian burial Far away from the tribe with pastel reds and nature green My war paint is melting Under Thunder lightning will Strike out three times Past oblivion into denial A melancholy town with a rebel to cause Destruction into their unseen wrecking ball Restruction re-build into concrete hearts and steel hands Attacked to attack No one be safe from themselves but even darker are the people Knit sweaters and cool lemonade To Pop-cicles and Kool-aid The trade for self is undeniably An income earner Yes, we all must sell ourselves To invest in this economy Labled society