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.