Power Play and Roses

Power play and roses The USA has a pinball machine rigged in their favour And pin by pin the countries in the middle- America fall One by one the collapse when they try playing just Against those who have stolen the mafia’s textbook. I wonder why we have high regards for liars they are Nothing But a soul that thinks we are expendable garbage. Revolves around the dancefloor under candlelight Over glasses of whisky whisper satanic conspiracies Shiny bejewelled wives are a mere decoration Evil men are lovers in an unbroken circle of power.