A king's worthy mustache

Remember the dead

A king's worthy mustache
Astonished by reality
We trusted in the mouth of blades
This concrete tomb is our destiny
So bow to your brave new world
Like gregarious animals
We act from day to day

Lines of mindless consuming zombies
Hail their god called capital
Nobody cares for tomorrow
Age of depression and sorrow

So here I am ...
Praying for you and your sanity

remember the dead
conjure upon the age of dread
Man learned nothing from the past
And Books are burning in the night,
where consciousness is laid to rest
our future falls out of sight
this is the way we decline
with applause and a passive crowd

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