Illusion Throne

You’re not a few you’re so many,
Twist words to buy integrity.
Find a cause, pin it to your heart.
Forgot about the truth telling part.
Alternate, you made it a goal.
Sick of hearing this infection though.
Your definitions are just lies.
The rest of us are sick of the cries.

Warped and jaded;
Life that’s denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.

An infection that is rotted through.
It is your state that brought it to,
The masses upon these distant shores.
What a false collection of clause.
Fracture but try to hide.
Nothing good does dwell inside.
Fixated on making an incision.
Nationality of forcing a skewed vision.

Warped and jaded;
Life that’s denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.

And will you ever stop your subsuming?
Cause these staged facts are so bemusing.
With little effort added to a pack of lies.
You built this up to further your rise.
Lent all hands to fuel paranoia.
The rest of us are sick of you as employer.
Hand prepared for killing blow.
Shut your mouths and let us go!

Warped and jaded;
Life is denigrated.
Picked and alone.
Sat upon an illusion throne.