Drowning
Dystopian Descent: Unveiling the Rot in a World of Warlords
Lyrics
We're all crawling to the beat of the mass march
We are all moving together in sync with a collective rhythm
Our good name has been dragged through the dirt
Our reputation has been tarnished or smeared
Blood freaks need another victim
Those obsessed with violence seek another target
The dead god wants to take on the world
A deceased deity desires to conquer the world
But we are living in a simulacra
We exist in a simulated or imitation reality
A copy of a copy of a previous set-up
This imitation is a repetition of a previous setup
Cold War, eternal, justified Slack
Reference to a prolonged Cold War, justified by idleness or lack of motivation
Or the nuclear remittance of our souls to the wrack
Choice between idleness and the destruction of our souls through nuclear means
Frail, old, and weak
Fragile, aged, and feeble
The local warlords are repeating their plots
Local leaders are repeating their schemes
They're full of leaks
Leadership is compromised and unreliable, prone to disclosure of secrets
Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot
Their outward appearance deteriorates, exposing corruption
Frail, old, and weak
Fragile, aged, and feeble
The local warlords are repeating their plots
Local leaders are repeating their schemes
They're full of leaks
Leadership is compromised and unreliable, prone to disclosure of secrets
Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot
Their outward appearance deteriorates, exposing corruption
Spun out from the high of a century
Derived from the peak of a century's accomplishments
Killing hope is the name of the game
Destroying hope is the primary objective
You will bow to the god of finance!
An insistence to submit to the god of finance
We'll sanction you to death as a payment in advance
Imposing deadly sanctions as a prepayment
The American titan seeks out it's prey
The powerful American entity seeks its victims
But if you buy blood, we'll look the other way
If you engage in bloodshed, we'll turn a blind eye
Frail, old, and weak
Fragile, aged, and feeble
The local warlords are repeating their plots
Local leaders are repeating their schemes
They're full of leaks
Leadership is compromised and unreliable, prone to disclosure of secrets
Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot
Their outward appearance deteriorates, exposing corruption
Frail, old, and weak
Fragile, aged, and feeble
The local warlords are repeating their plots
Local leaders are repeating their schemes
They're full of leaks
Leadership is compromised and unreliable, prone to disclosure of secrets
Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot
Their outward appearance deteriorates, exposing corruption
I'm drowning in stats, and the numbers are fucked
Overwhelmed by overwhelming statistics, facing distorted numbers
We've been buying their shit when they're passing the buck
We have been accepting responsibility when others evade it
The veil has lifted to reveal the claw
The truth is unveiled, revealing a menacing force
We should sever the hand that forms the claw
Suggesting the need to cut off the source of harm
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