Treason, Eventually.

Courtsign flashing
Bee-boppin' through town
Take us all to the cleaners
Lawyered up and ready
For the noon-time glare
Of camera flash
Until you've lost your way
Or am I lost already
Staring blankly at a wall
Of the common citizen
You left me behind
When we went our seperate ways
I have no plea
But the wire-tap in my head
Yelling out orders at the top
Of metaphorical lungs
Do you ever even tire
Of looking down from on high?
Or are we mere mortals
Slowly succumbing
Under a killer sky?