They dream of open doors
And wonder if one day they will feel something
They speak in a language of leveraging
No struggling with remorse
The Opportunist is always the soonest on the scene
No regard for principles
They’ll not be slowed by such weight
And that will get them far, sad to say
But that will get them far away
They dream of known outcomes
And wonder if one day they will feel something
Thumb on the scale while negotiating
No struggling with remorse
The Opportunist is always the soonest on the scene
On the outer edges
Of the capitalistic bell curve
Lie the billionaires
And the suicides
And neither of them got what they deserve
They dream of open doors
No struggling with remorse
