The world’s full of freaks
And mountains of frogs
As the whims of debauchery
Are driven like dogs
They claim to be real
As they form their façade
Strangling the mind
With the twisted and odd
They eat like they’re kings
With their chest’s all puffed up
As they spin their dark secrets
Beneath trench coat bluffs
Offering freedom
They say, “just believe”
But what kind of freedom is
I, Myself and Me?
Voices without reason
Say “It’s the lies of the right”
As sanity's flushed
And the truth becomes blight
Nobody listens, nobody cares
It will take revolution
To dig out of nowhere
But when the “living” are dead
And the dead won’t speak
Then the prophecy lives
To the broken and meek
They think they deserve it
Who cares what the cost
But when they finally arrive
They find that they’re lost
Arrogant fools
So out of whack
They slaughter the lambs
The Megalomania-X
And mountains of frogs
As the whims of debauchery
Are driven like dogs
They claim to be real
As they form their façade
Strangling the mind
With the twisted and odd
They eat like they’re kings
With their chest’s all puffed up
As they spin their dark secrets
Beneath trench coat bluffs
Offering freedom
They say, “just believe”
But what kind of freedom is
I, Myself and Me?
Voices without reason
Say “It’s the lies of the right”
As sanity's flushed
And the truth becomes blight
Nobody listens, nobody cares
It will take revolution
To dig out of nowhere
But when the “living” are dead
And the dead won’t speak
Then the prophecy lives
To the broken and meek
They think they deserve it
Who cares what the cost
But when they finally arrive
They find that they’re lost
Arrogant fools
So out of whack
They slaughter the lambs
The Megalomania-X
by Steven
Bliss
©
2013
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