Lost For Impunity

Raise the banners and sound the calls.
Brandish weapons even if they’re tools.
No more mentions, no more hypocrisy.
Brand new realisations to reach for me.
Even as my years grow long and my hair short.
Never did I believe insanity would become a resort.
Cottage where the few stake a claim to the mass.
Instability has occured ever so fast.

Sense lost as impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark age revivals.

Blinkered against the hopes of many.
All that matters is power and lots of money.
With visions of martyr carved deep in mind.
Freeing this uncivilised massacre from its bind.
Devastation weighs upon those of peace.
Fading are glimpses for a worldwide relief.
With cities sliding into melancholy war.
Send us a sign that there is a chance at more.

Sense lost as impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark age revivals.

Pity sullied, cast in trash.
Bang bang, bodies fall with a crash.
Lost are the values meant to prevail.
The air stinks of every possible kind of fail.
Who would’ve thought even if they’d dared dream,
That we would tumble quite so spectacularly.

Devoid of substance.
Living so loveless.
Bound to treachery.
Boiled by barbarity!

Sense lost for impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark ages for good.