.....Madman Gain.....

Trot away,
piggy days,
your snorts are heard by all.

The secret swine,
you bide your time,
the ticks and tocks that tower.

Time hasn't come,
for it never was,
we've been here all along.

You knew us well,
you taught us wrong,
Now we know you more,

Thrust above,
by trust fund love,
we care not for gold and gleam,

We see you now,
your sweaty brow,
your shell of guilty lies.

You fed us bad,
trimmed our wings,
we were drunk on madman gain,

Eyes ripped open,
now we're sober,
the old blind date is over.