Everyone has a vice Something they're willing to sacrifice A family Friends Leverage that you can bend the proper person's network the web extends to whom it transcends The voice of them They You know who the enemy The one we tell you to Condemn and ridicule To destroy Completely Ever so sweetly For they are the fool Just a tool You used and manipulated As per what we stipulated We knew all along You'd be good at this job (Poetry)

It seems so funny That people think Other countries Have spies of steel As if they are unhuman No ability to feel No psyche to be damaged A leet specimen unchallenged We may be weak In this area But do you think For one second it's not hilarious From Bulgaria to Hesperia Because our adversaries Are just as wary It's all just people Weird and trained On a leash and tamed Unafraid Of a Symbolic eagle Yet with a mind that are feeble And able to get around what's legal It's certainly a conundrum of sorts I'm just glad I'm not the one reading reports Shitting in my shorts About the next target to extort (Poetry)

Idk if you can unionize spycraft But while I'm still breathing And my heart is still beating I thought I'd give it a whack

Why did you open your mouth That's when it started going south You could have been great Why did you choose this as your fate You can easily have them eating from the palm of your hand You could have been respected Had them in your command at your demand But you up and left it We don't understand I want to be me with my own personality not a lost bee in a hivemind that can't see My curiosity Though appealing Is leaving you feeling Weird inside I know I could have thrived But I'd just be dead inside Numb Succumbed To the propaganda and brainwashing Under uncle Sam's thumb It's not for me I'd rather embrace anarchy (Poetry)

Perfection is obsolete There's this pressure To make you compete And you feel without recognition You're not complete It's a sham A joke A farce A total scam A trend that is essentially sparse Few minds come up with a thing Pay to have it excell And show money to bring Don't listen Just ignore Unless you're a sell out And a total bore (Poetry)

Artists tell you find your style All the while You declare You can't label me Put me in a box Tell me stick to a lane I want to ensnare Your senses throughly I want to create something that shocks Every cell in your brain Don't put me in a construct That you've made (Poetry)