Merry Go Round

Serving countless colors on a silver plate,
Reeling in existence from depths unseen,
Ripping out the lifeline while being submarine,
It’s everything we hate.

Never learning, never growing.

The blooming city flattened to entertain,
Preserving to flourish for what ends up nothing,
Compared to the infinity taken away,
Cheering while the bombs keep flying.

Torching worlds for empire’s glory.

And here we stand,
Lost in mountains of sand,
Combing through the ashes,
Looking for flashes,
Of silver and gold,
Looking for flashes,
Of everything we should have opposed.

On the merry-go of history.

Tomorrow we will start to dig,
A tunnel to where the gras is greener,
Our crimes just a minor misdemeanor,
Our victory will be so much sweeter.

Going round and round
Never learning, never growing
Torching worlds for selfish glory
On the merry-go of history