Can’t focus anyway,
But we wear them just the same,
No filter, a bitter sight
Oh, how quickly beauty fades,
Overbearingly sweet
Or explosive,
No implosive,
Does that make you think?
Irrelevant dreams,
Flash into our screens,
They dangle their fortune
While the streets are paved with pain,
More worthy you say?
Why? Because of a name?
Dollar bills mean nothing
To Ragnorok,
You’re guilty all the same.
So wipe that smug smile off your face,
The pagentry will follow you to the grave,
But history won’t be so kind,
Kings and queens fall all the time,
Others find the guillotine
Chop, chop
Swift and sure,
Justice isn’t so far away
It might just be at your feet.
Will this end in handcuffs?
Or more spilled blood on our streets?
