Hamartia (Lyrics)

Give me a decent melody With equal measure of Greek tragedy I was concrete Smashed by the hammer of adversity Make it uncontrived A neutral feeling of objectivity No one is faultless In the game of staying alive We chose to play Because after time takes its cut There’s no sympathy let to divvy up “O exiles dispossessed Rise ever stronger when oppressed” Let’s pretend this was informed consent And raise a glass half empty, to friends well spent