Bound and castrated,
stripped of my will,
swallowed by the machine.
They had the pictures,
they had the proof,
and now I was their slave.
All I used to be, meaningless vanities.
Nothing left of me but the need to destroy.
I tracked down the bastard who defiled my angel,
used my power to make him suffer.
I made that mother fucker pay.
I destroyed him in the media,
got him fired,
evicted,
arrested,
charged,
and convicted,
all on falsified evidence,
sent him up the river,
maximum security.
But I did not stop there,
his entire family felt my wrath.
His father's company, bankrupted.
His mother's surgery, denied.
His brothers I made destitute.
His baby sister ended up a crack whore.
I paid someone to rape her,
rob her,
and beat the bitch half to death.
And none of them ever knew who it was who did it to them
or that anyone had done it at all,
but still, I was not satisfied.
Filled with self-hatred,
drowning in guilt,
but oh, how I love what I do.
When there is a problem
they call me to fix it,
and they keep their hands clean.
You would not believe the depth of depravity.
You don't want to see that you should never trust again.
The rule of law stood between us and higher profits,
that had to change.
Policemen,
politicians,
judges,
C.I.A.
Secret Service,
all just ordinary men and women who can be corrupted,
bribed,
threatened,
fired,
blackmailed,
brainwashed,
or even liquidated if necessary.
We'd throw lavish parties,
shower them with gifts:
drugs,
hookers,
gold and diamonds;
allowed them to live out their wildest fantasies,
no matter how perverse,
whatever it took to get them hooked.
The payback was huge.
Millions became billions.
We had access to everywhere.
Now we write the laws.
We are the government.
Making the world safe for corporate greed.
This is no longer democracy, this is Kleptocracy.
No one knows the evil men do
at the helm of the machine.
No one hears the cries of the fallen,
the machine has only one speed.
I can't count the lives I have laid waste to.
Can't stop if I tried because the beast must feed.
All my rivals fell quickly before the power of the firm.
I was to be the next C.E.O.
with a direct line to the president,
but there was another,
strong and clever,
a true believer,
son of the chairman,
a danger to me.
So I killed all his big ideas,
ensured his failure,
left him for dead,
or so I thought.
But one day I was called before board.
"A decision has been made."
I was no longer needed.
"Your tactics are too extreme."
"We need to clean up our image."
I was given a choice.
"Accept our generous severance package
or have your sordid past turned over to the D.A."