Spectacle of an Era

Spectacle of an Era

I'll admit I have a trouble or two

With these times we live in.

They don't care whether you breathe or die,

They just want to feed their soulless lives

Without knowing that they're blind,

So very busy, locked inside their minds,

And the world is still the same,

Two millenia in the making

Of a fathless kind that forgot his brother

So they killed each other

Until blood soaked the land

That used to shelter man.

And they lived by a promise

That was never made

Of the big man coming

To revert the spell

And destroy water, rivers, oceans,

Pulverize the mountains,

Finally stop the winds,

Separating wrong from right,

To create celestial light.

So forgive me if I'm blunt

But this shit is just fucked up.