Bystander
It's out of your hands.
Nothing you can do.
Just stand by and watch the ax fall,
the injustice take place, the war begin.
You're a bystander.
Innocent? Perhaps or maybe it's indeterminate.
An x-factor.
You're in the background, not the foreground.
That's for main players.
You get to watch—tell your friends what you think.
The global catastrophic disaster apocalypse you are powerless to prevent.
Or circumvent?
Now you're catching on.
Now you in the groove.
Now you can blend in—if you want to.
Or take the opposite side, the under dog's.
The likely loser.
Drink in some hopeless optimism.
Rally cry for the impossible.
Until ugly reality comes swaggering in.
Might is right.
Were it not so the world would be a fairer scene.
Breaking—this just in: media blitzkrieg of bullshit!
Keeping you off balance.
What to believe?
Hope upon hope, you have to laugh a sad one.
You know how these things go.
History grinding on it's repeatable cycle of grim tales.
Long shots rarely pay like inside trader's bets.
So what're you gonna do?
What can you do?!
Now you're catching on.
Now you're in the groove.
It's game time folks.
Take you seats.
Curtain's going up.
What a show!
Don't worry you'll get your money's worth.
If you live to tell about it.
Many won't.
Feeling lucky?
Better hope so.
Deal the cards!
Mr. Bystander.
