Ziggurat

Lies so deep we’re going have to drill to find the bottom.
All these speeches you pretend will be forgotten.
Cause every thing you do is in pursuit of constructing fable.
Painting a picture that you are the most capable.
Ignoring detractors as they replay your controversies.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

Limited mentality masquerading as business acumen.
Truth is you can barely even hold a pen.
Spelling ain’t your forte.
Nor are your poor attempts at pretending you pray.
All that comes out of you in gibberish again.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

Distraction is your one and only tool.
No doubt you are seen as a global fool.
Stumbling over every thing you do.
Have no care for anybody really too.
Line your pockets and build your curated version of history.
Want every body to always remember you so positively.
But truth will come like it or not.
Only so long you can hold back the rot.
Now it’s set in there will be no reverting it.
Regardless of how many man-child tantrums you exhibit.

For you only have one service.
To build your ziggurat.
Founded a cult pretending to be a party.
Cleaving and selling to gain notoriety.

But it won’t end the way you think.
Unravelling is a foregone conclusion.
Taking so many things to the brink.
Just as well you’re a coward of devolution.