Dystopia (Part II)

These lands were once fertile

But we have bathed in decadence for too long

We have set up the garden of Eden

And then we just let it burn

Why cannot we find a rhythm

Natural to our kingdom that we have in front of us

Instead we devote to chaos, violence and depravity

 

 

You tell us your our salvation

But you bring us our doom

You are the fucking in our room!

 

 

Mercantilist bastards I see you in your ships

Flashing your diamonds and hiding your whips

 

 

We are the ones who always pay

We are the broken from society

 

 

Ethics and etiquette remain triumphant

But in the end it'll leave our world desolate

For only stagnation comes from the quarantine of truth

For some ideals can never become more than they are

Creations of those who dream