Nothing Man

What's it like?
 To burn the candle at both ends
 Sharpen the knife
 For everyone you called a friend
 Seduced by fame
 A crumbling image
 Another small man
 Addicted to power
 Not your savior
 Not your guiding light
 A poison promise and they all bought in
 Have been inked and sold with a promise to win
 At the cost of innocent lives poorly spent
 Empty words with cruel intent
 Hidden agenda
 Morals worn thin
 Too proud to admit
 They won't ever win
 A bill of goods
 What a waste of money
 You don't own shit
 Like this country