Success: the bastard son of Integrity

Black Hat ~ Tania Brassesco & Lazlo Passi Norberto

To climb the ladder rungs of shadow cast
By floodlight through sanctuary’s fence
As if to reach that plateau fast
Would still the voices calling hence
To all the pieces missing
From the jigsaw of your past

Ladder rungs of smoke and dust
Your foot falls flat upon illusion
The plateau bitter returns unjust
Your corporate ambition a blue contusion
In the shape of pieces missing
From the jigsaw of your past

From the jigsaw of your past
The space where pieces are missing
Won’t hold fast fists to rails of mist
Won’t hold fast skin to suture
Cuts that by hand-me-down logic twist
The inevitability of your future

From the jigsaw of your past
You’ll fill the spaces missing
Not by the ladder shadow cast
Nor acquisitions hollow empty-hearted
But by sails hoist to a different mast
To journey upon waters uncharted