The arrangement was made. Clear mind… sober breath.

The papers were drawn, with stipulations upon death.

Your eyes are wide open, and no doors have been closed.

I watched your calculation, and shrugged an, ‘I suppose.’

The arrangement has bored you, I see in your eyes.

And your voice is all critical while you are voicing your lies.

It’s not a new story, it’s the tale of time and man.

But I know why there’s lawyers, to have proof of the plan.