Scatological Governance

[Intro] Acoustic floor Cheap suit crown Paper throne In a stained‑glass town You shake my hand Palms slick Eyes bright Smile like a saint Smell like a landfill at night [Verse 1] Policies in plastic bags Tied up tight Tossed out back You call it order Call it law It’s just overflow Leaking from the cracks Golden pens write rusted rules Every promise Septic bloom You dress decay in silver words Spray perfume in a rotting room [Chorus] Scatological governance You’re so full of it You’re drowning Building castles out of waste Then you swear that it’s a fountain Scatological governance All your pride piled high Still mounting When the tide rolls in It shows Every heap you’ve been accounting [Verse 2] Public face Polished grin Behind the door The bins cave in You call it “cleanup ” call it “reform” But the same foul air still stains the storm You flush the blame It circles back Spins around in the same old track Every slogan Every chant Just another scented mask you plant [Chorus] Scatological governance You’re so full of it You’re drowning Building castles out of waste Then you swear that it’s a fountain Scatological governance All your pride piled high Still mounting When the tide rolls in It shows Every heap you’ve been accounting [Bridge] Soft strings hum Your voice drops low “These are the breaks This is how it goes” But I’ve seen the pits I’ve walked that ground Every buried lie Clawing back up now (yeah) [Chorus] Scatological governance You’re so full of it You’re drowning Building castles out of waste Then you swear that it’s a fountain Scatological governance All your pride piled high Still mounting When the tide rolls in It shows Every heap you’ve been accounting [Outro] Acoustic fade Heavy air You can mask the stench But it’s still there