Kafkaeqsue

There’s a charge against you Though we can’t say what it is In time, your list of crimes will be released Pardon our procedures – We consider grievances We’ll clear your good name after you’re deceased A labyrinth of halls and secret tunnels In a bureaucratic lair The ambiguity of nightmares Is the only business there This deviant behavior Must be addressed at once Our agents will turn up who you really are The whole investigation Could take a couple months Please be on-call, and don’t wander too far A labyrinth of halls and secret tunnels In a bureaucratic lair The ambiguity of nightmares Is the only business there Nothing makes sense When it’s Kafkaesque In a language spewing jargon, Behind coercing eyes, Our Grand Inquisitor will take his turn One half-expects a pardon When one’s past is scrutinized Lest one is subjected to public shame and then burned Nothing makes sense When it’s Kafkaesque