Surrounded by wallets
Sum to fill the voids
Inflated by illusion
Sometimes dredged up there
Emptied by the unfathomable
Guided by victory

She moves forward today
In the open air, without complex
Among the little freed ones
Of voice and gesture
There is no transparency
In genuflection

And they say there is fault
When corruption comes
It took millennia
At Plato's dinner

Turn off the lights
I am corruption
I am corruption

In her function, seated
Like a courtesan
She talks about the future
In Aragnes' smokes
Reflected circles
By dark mirrors

Everyone spies on each other
Whitened, and sure to ensure
And if there is still left
A portion of azure
An idea frees such
A crazy passion

And they say there is fault
When corruption comes
It took millennia
At Plato's dinner

Turn off the lights
I am corruption
I am corruption

Positive and worried
Bloated and rotten
Ordinary corruption
Of democracy
There is no transparency
In genuflection

And they say there is fault
When corruption comes
It took millennia
At Plato's dinner

Turn off the lights
I am corruption
I am corruption

I am corruption

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