Chaos
Such a beautiful word
All the drama, the lies
The crazed, the absurd
All the wolves of the night
Have been let out of their cages
Enraged, the next page
Is from the new dark ages
Like truth
Alternative, or so they say
The bar's been getting lower
Almost every single day
The lines blur
I'm struggling to see
And I hope the eyes behind the trees
Won't send their talons after me
And yes
I guess we're always throwing stones
But stones don't come with detonators
Leaving craters where their creator's homes
Used to be
Or have they led me astray?
It's all just a ploy to sell
Pills to push the pain away
And guns
Suggested targets supplied
All firing in succession
With the same fake battle cry
The world that you're giving us
Is never enough
So throw your clocks in the air now
'Cause your time is up
And the night draws inward as they're laying their traps
It's all so complicated, you just want that blue sky back
They'll tear out your eyes and make screaming your new soundtrack
Until you, like your world, can only collapse
Feed me to the liar
Feed me to the higher-ups
The starters to the fire
Who won't take the heat
It's not exactly hard
To know the who's who
It's easy to survive
When the bunker's custom-built for you
We're on about the seventh level
Of Dante's hell
Asking, is this an inferno?
Or perhaps a minor dry spell?
Woah, let's go sacrificing
Our investment returns
No matter
The flames don't care whose flag they burn
We're all fodder
For the temple of growth
It's a dog-eat-dog world
And the wolves won't soon forget their oath
To chew up the land
And drain all the seas
Building bigger and bigger monuments
To the brave and the free
And soma
Take to ease guilty minds
But it won't do a thing
For those below and I believe you'll find
They're burning out there
Can't you see, can't you try?
Well, the graph's going up so, eh
Live and let die
And the night draws inward as they're laying their traps
It's all so complicated, you just want that blue sky back (Yearly subscription to blue skies only three-nine-nine ninety-nine)
They'll tear out your eyes and make screaming your new soundtrack (World leaders shouting at each other like children, now in every good records store)
Until you, like your world, can only collapse
The televisions are screaming into the night
All the politicians are screaming into the night
And the decision is yours to make, stand down or fight
Before they drag you, kicking and screaming, back into the night