Dictator

Dictator

You always thought you did good
But in the end you still stood
All alone and by yourself
No one really wanting to help
You’re the monster of today
The one everybody gets to blame
And still you hold no regrets
Repeating lines to hold on tight
“For the good of the people”
Fuck that
It was always for the good of you
Using the power knowingly
Twisting it inside your hands
You ignore the cries of your people
The screams, the shouts, the songs sung
The shots ring out for you to stifle up the pain
You blind your eyes to the streets
To the starving, the grieving, the abused
The tired, the bleeding the unexcused
You’ve sewn your mouth shut
Allowing the lies of your mind
Infiltrate our lives
You made us, you break us
And now you finally leave us?
Putting down the hopeful
Putting down the young
Every hateful thing turning routine
I don’t know why I stand by
Watching as your legacy unfolds
Power hungry and slowly winning
I hope our hate crawls up your veins
Kissing you goodbye to hell


~Lykaios

Listened to Hollywood Undead, Swan album when writing this.