What you do is what you are 
And wishing upon distant stars 
Won't improve the hole you're in 
Won't absolve your deepest sin 
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god 
It's dependant and weighty all the same 
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself 
But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles 
Now I didn't make up the rules 
But clearly we are led by fools 
It is wise to know their ways 
So you know how not to behave 
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need 
And we look to those with privilege and power 
It's then we learn compassion sits inert on their shelves 
We're at the mercy of imbeciles 
NO Actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky 
It's reducible to flesh, mind, and bone 
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself 
But then you're at the mercy of imbeciles 
Imbeciles 
Imbeciles 
IMBECILES