sinners can't escape

The maze of apple polishers

They crunch the numbers and statements

They give the good sounding board

But the chords never sing in tune

Do they care what they say?

They are the apple polishers

They want to be in the good book

They don't want to be below deck

They can't think in positive flow

They want to stick to the highest order

They love the power game in their heads

They are afraid to lose it so they tell lies

It is the maze in their heads

They can't see the right and wrong indeed

What they see is the wealth in their eyes

They feel the power in their hands

If only they realize it

Sinners can't escape in the end

It's no use praying every day

When the bad karma still hangs over their heads