Attempted patricide,
You can try
To run and hide,

But there is nowhere.

A gold-ringed tunnel awaits you,
You stare life in the face, you
Still don’t know what to do.

There is everywhere.

The Newest Deal,
Everyone’s a winner
[Except for the sinners]
So why don’t you take it?
Why’d you forsake it?

Huddled in the darkest corners,
Calling for retired coroners,
A golden light assumes an unlikely position.
A voice reached out for you to sit straight and listen…

Attempted patricide,
You can try
To run and hide,

But there is nowhere.