A self delusional dream
With no semblance of continuity
The echoes of the past
Screaming back from the night
The better part that once was myself
Has now pierced through the veil
Sixteen long years
With no end in sight
Thousands of lives destroyed
Built on fabrication
Apocalyptic plan deployed
With No Destination
Salivating at the edge of your seat
Starving for the chance to pillage the weak
Unraveling the common thread
Exposing indecencies
The better part that once was ourselves
Attempts to pierce through the veil
A manufactured crisis
Left us out in the cold
Thousands of lives destroyed
Built on fabrication
Apocalyptic plan deployed
With No Destination
Thousands of lives destroyed
Built on fabrication
Apocalyptic plan deployed
With No Destination.