Striding Purposefully Backwards

What do I have to do for once to make the mark? What do I have to say to register a point? Overtaken - all desire and no connections I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Where I'm advised to move It sickens me to think When do I reach the place where I will fall from grace? Conscientious - to the point where I self-implode I recall these friends in tune Never would they stoop so low And turn on those who built them up Protective - only when I just might get what's due Steal the march on a friend whose work you'd prostitute How quickly you discard those around when usefulness is gone Beating sense into you sadly sits well However, blows are dull on an empty shell Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted Prostituted