Mr. McKay

Lyrics

A meager man not born of wealth But hungry for the crown With teeth too white and eyes too still He tears down those on high He speaks in graphs and gospel tones Then bleeds the gold from gray And when the line begins to rise Now welcome Mr. McKay

He says: "To the moon. Through the flame." "You're not a person-just a name." "There's joy in pain, and worth in strain- Disruption is the way." They nod, they clap, they sign, they bend- The cost you cannot weigh A thousand bent with just one click He never needs to stay

His tongue is gold, his timing keen He listens just enough Reflects your dreams in polished terms And sells you futures rough He rewrites mission statements clean Turns your purpose into play And when you start to doubt yourself You're thinking his way

He says: "To the moon. Through the flame." "The numbers rise. You feel the same." "Your loss is growth. Your job's a phase- The market must obey." They nod, they clap, they sign, they bend- Each echo, his display A thousand bent with just one click He never needs to stay

He leaves before the boiling point Just as the cracks appear He's always gone before the fall But you will keep him near In slogans hung on hallway walls And values none can say You call it culture He calls it prey You called him boss- He was decay The poison Stays

The desks sit empty, dreams half-built The funding's dried away But still his voice echoes the halls "Tomorrow starts today" They're picking up the pieces now Of what he burned for fame While somewhere else he's found new marks Who've never heard his name