Tyrants pull the strings of self-love
but the click and shudder belongs
to the beholder of a puppet’s eye.
Watch the world fall to pieces
as the miserable misfits of society
feign their smiles and cries for
the sake of inanimate approvals.
No care given to the simple act
of thought or pure imagination,
but countless hours they dedicate
to the misguided belief of inclusion.
Irony is pure in potent times like these,
social is anti, to yourself you must keep.
Acquire that which your heart desires,
and sing the Paean for wanton wealth.
Immortality is made for he who acquires,
the gift of grandeur paid for perfect health.
The holiest church crowned with gilded spires,
between them fortunes in sterilised stealth.
Dicks with dick-shaped weapons
pointed at each other in a silly
display of hidden inadequacies.
Zero trust between insignificant
members of the same species born
from identical molecules and matter,
yet the first instincts of a troubled
evolution control their timid minds.
Withhold prayer for the human race,
for no button shall ever be pressed.
Here I am again
knocking at your door.
Broken by the horrors
of my one-day war.
So wrap me in your arms,
and tell me it’s alright.
Darkness is surrounding
and I don’t wanna fight.
So show me the way,
Mother Midnight’s shelter,
dawn of the new day.