Dictator

Turn your back
Up to the sun
Watch it burn
A cruel wasteland
The future is bleak
And my spirit is weak
Surviving, in this monotonous roar
No progress, what are we all marching for
My wealth, could not save me from this disease
Survival, I have no right to appease
When I awake
The skies still dark and my mind begins to break
A warning sign
Of cognitive delay survivors crime
I was a sheep, in wolves clothing
Disciple of greed now alone in my sin
The general stands, to lead us on
Marching forward till all hope is gone
Turn your back
Up to the sun
Watch it burn
Surviving, in this monotonous roar
No progress, what are we all marching for?
When I awake
The skies still dark and my mind begins to break
A warning sign
Of cognitive delay survivors crime
I was a sheep, in wolves clothing
Disciple of greed now alone in my sin
The general stands, to lead us on
Marching forward till all hope is gone