Corridor of Chameleons

We're the carriers of a new anomaly; fold, unfold. Bend, shift colour

Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming

Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward

Taste the enemy. Throw up their means. Swallow the bits that fits your needs

Keep your eyes searching in all directions, scanning for opportunities

Off you go. Begin your climb. Aim for the topmost twig of lies

Put on a shape to pass undisturbed. Pick a colour to blend with surroundings

Choose a voice suiting, appropriate for the never benignant purpose

Spin your eyes to read the court. Smoothen your path before the start

Even out, fill the holes with the toxic clay of your rotting heart

A contagious neuro-ego-disease. A virus sticking to liars

We're the self-centered fuel to boost the new strain of fire

Adapting, shifting, lacking opinion. Our numbers exceeding the billions

Everly walking among ourselves down the corridor of chameleons

Continue through the skein of boughs, navigate to keep you straight on track

Make the right ramification-turns. Conceit will be your allied guide

Climb the hierarchy ladders invisibly, veiled by the canvas of putrid dreams

Every obstacle surmountable to the clouded vision you've conceived

Scan the wall of truth for cracks. Your prey: The secrets hiding therein

Feed upon its nourishing intestines to bring you forth in the "game"

With every single step taken on the road of games called success

There's a fee for every lie. The currency: your dissolving integrity

Will you make it to the top of the tree? Is the fortune there to be found?

Chameleons are a short-lived breed. Maybe fate will find you dead on the ground