"The Art of Patrons" as written by and Benjamin Cook Jonah Falco....
Eurycles(??) I am broken
The disciple smiles in disgust
The satyrs have awoken
And things aren't here to be discussed

We traded the privilege for scraps
Exchanged for the clothes on our backs
Lived life like there was no other way

What was sacrosanct
Now the sacred is profane
We yearn for the thanks
But we deserve all the blame

A simple piece of stagecraft
A tawdry parlor trick
We traded our moral high ground so they would sing along

But is it so bad?
Is it as dark as it seems?
To trade a little purity to prolong the dream?

One by one we will find a way
to let each and every one down

It's the privilege
Of mass delusion

Sit back and have a seat
Dazzled by the greed
It's his voice through my lips
It's the miracle of gastromancy

They are spinning in their graves
At the choices we have made
But in our shoes would they have stayed so chaste?


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