Reduction

Reduction - Ghostlimb

The tide of yore

And long gone before

From the crowded nursery

To troughs and cresting waves

In a sea of sh*t

Our potentes carry us along

Until we don't even know

If it's the carrot or stick

We're being beaten with

Can you quantify your use

Qualify your subsistence

The bottom demands action

Oil spread

Over troubled waters

In the jobless city

Depressed polity

Frustration is the thesis

Browbeat back by force

The bruised and battered corpse

Of the every man

Of the every woman