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Everyone sees through you |
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How do you sleep at night? |
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Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light |
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Eyes that bulge apathetically |
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From your engorged (yet empty) head |
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Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight |
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Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs |
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Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted hymns |
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Frozen-hearted martyr-maker |
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What keeps you safe and warm at night? |
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A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor |
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Dyed and colored with the blood |
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That you robbed from prisoners and slaves |
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Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape |
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And what holds you up there, |
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High above the rest of us? |
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Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head |
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The posts of your bed carved |
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From the bleached bones of your dead |
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The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they shed |
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This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious |
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Is this where dignity lies awake? In a cradle fit for a king? |
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Frozen-hearted martyr-maker |
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What keeps you safe and warm at night? |
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A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor |
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Dyed and colored with the blood |
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That you robbed from prisoners and slaves |
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Admit it, you get off more when they are fighting to escape |
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You are not my hero; you're only my sovereign |
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I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble, shallow footsteps; |
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Just expected to obey |
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And even though you're the one that represents all of humanity |
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You are still only human |
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The backbone of immortality breaks every time: |
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Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies |
