Pink Floyd Soros
"The sweet smell of a porkie lies over the land
Plumes of smoke and mirrors merge into the leaden sky
A hun lies and dreams of medals cups and titles
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of proud paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the videos of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's Soros porkies, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken