Make the grade, but pay a price
Walk the line with care
Seek reward, for effort spent
But leave some heart to spare 

Keep the fires burning
And aim to succeed
In temporarily satiating
The pigs that come to feed.

Keep an eye on your own back
Cos somewhere someone's on the attack
And if you're not anticipating
Prepare to pay for what you lack

Wield the sword and hold no quarter
Create the problem and provide the answer
Keep close the ones who's fears your words cure
And make certain what seems unsure

Breed the vacant, slay the malignant, Praise the useful, the blindly loyal.
They're soldiers of your personal kingdom.

Your face is made of granite
Your emotions anaesthetised
Your words betray your instinct
Your integrity's been compromised