Post by Scatterplot Matrix on Mar 31, 2017 17:36:35 GMT -6
Where the sky isn't there and the world's behind glass
When the mist is too thick and the weeds strangle grass
Where the webs run like wire and each step springs traps
When the soul wilts away and leaves massive, jagged gaps
Where the protests fire guns and the riots come in black
When streets bloodied thick honor ragged, twisting cracks
Where the kitten starves to death and the sewers vomit rats
When each winter's getting worse with a broken thermostat
Where hands fondle guns and lips snarl and spat
When the marsh turns to desert and there are mountains falling flat
Where the air smells like death and there are bodies being dragged
When there's jails lining streets with people bound and gagged
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
Now let me tell the tale of Empress Shrinke
She could hate and debate but could never really think
She'd been exiled years prior, returned and murdered the king's wife
She'd hidden the Queen's body but had not caused any strife
She had stolen Queen's dress, painted her own face bright
And poor King could never tell; he had really lost his sight
She'd sit lavishly in the palace, no one knew she was a fake
And one day the King, old dear, had died leaving a utopia in his wake,
She'd risen to the throne quiet and maliciously
As revenge for her exile she'd bring catastrophe
She began ruining the empire from the flesh within to out
Until the streets lost their color and rain turned to drought
She couldn't really think but a puppeteer she was,
The kingdom 'neath her fingers was crumbling to dust
The industry'd collapsed; the cost of living went too high
And in her pristine bed, laughing viciously, she'd lie
Her goal had been accomplished; the utopia was dead
And a terrific war-zone had taken place instead
Where guns peeked from every corner and bullets flew like flies
Where starving bodies lined the streets and every minute one'd die
Nobody was left standing, not a single soul alive
Unmoving families lay in heaps under smoky sky
The only standing building was the Palace of Life
Until it, too, was infiltrated one fateful, tense night
Two youngsters, left unnamed, had managed to sneak inside
There they skittered down the hallways with dying lanterns raised high
They were armed and on a mission, they were ready for the fight
Against the bringer of the dystopia, the Empress, sweet and slight
She'd been filing her nails watching outside that fateful day
A smirk on her face as she witnessed children being slain
The door had burst open with the force of a million suns
And the Empress had jumped, but she couldn't really run
Two shots, they were fired, and delivered to her leg
She'd collapsed on her chair with her ballgown stained with red
She'd screamed high and loud but the teens hadn't fled;
They'd fire over and over, until the Empress was dead
But their brave act had not fixed the massacre outside
No difference had been made; even though they'd tried
And many years have passed but no progress is being made
For the leaders all are dead and the people all are slain
Now I walk the solemn streets of my homeland all alone
Where there was once grass and trees there's now blood and sand and stone
Where there once was skin and blood tbere's now flesh and skull and bone
Where there once was calming laughter there are pitied cries and moans
Of the tragedies ahead, if only I had known
I would've told the Queen to not leave the Palace that one night
I would've made sure the borders were alert, secure, and tight
I would've had Shrinke put to death to avoid this massive plight
I would've saved my beautiful land, made sure it was all right
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
When the mist is too thick and the weeds strangle grass
Where the webs run like wire and each step springs traps
When the soul wilts away and leaves massive, jagged gaps
Where the protests fire guns and the riots come in black
When streets bloodied thick honor ragged, twisting cracks
Where the kitten starves to death and the sewers vomit rats
When each winter's getting worse with a broken thermostat
Where hands fondle guns and lips snarl and spat
When the marsh turns to desert and there are mountains falling flat
Where the air smells like death and there are bodies being dragged
When there's jails lining streets with people bound and gagged
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
Now let me tell the tale of Empress Shrinke
She could hate and debate but could never really think
She'd been exiled years prior, returned and murdered the king's wife
She'd hidden the Queen's body but had not caused any strife
She had stolen Queen's dress, painted her own face bright
And poor King could never tell; he had really lost his sight
She'd sit lavishly in the palace, no one knew she was a fake
And one day the King, old dear, had died leaving a utopia in his wake,
She'd risen to the throne quiet and maliciously
As revenge for her exile she'd bring catastrophe
She began ruining the empire from the flesh within to out
Until the streets lost their color and rain turned to drought
She couldn't really think but a puppeteer she was,
The kingdom 'neath her fingers was crumbling to dust
The industry'd collapsed; the cost of living went too high
And in her pristine bed, laughing viciously, she'd lie
Her goal had been accomplished; the utopia was dead
And a terrific war-zone had taken place instead
Where guns peeked from every corner and bullets flew like flies
Where starving bodies lined the streets and every minute one'd die
Nobody was left standing, not a single soul alive
Unmoving families lay in heaps under smoky sky
The only standing building was the Palace of Life
Until it, too, was infiltrated one fateful, tense night
Two youngsters, left unnamed, had managed to sneak inside
There they skittered down the hallways with dying lanterns raised high
They were armed and on a mission, they were ready for the fight
Against the bringer of the dystopia, the Empress, sweet and slight
She'd been filing her nails watching outside that fateful day
A smirk on her face as she witnessed children being slain
The door had burst open with the force of a million suns
And the Empress had jumped, but she couldn't really run
Two shots, they were fired, and delivered to her leg
She'd collapsed on her chair with her ballgown stained with red
She'd screamed high and loud but the teens hadn't fled;
They'd fire over and over, until the Empress was dead
But their brave act had not fixed the massacre outside
No difference had been made; even though they'd tried
And many years have passed but no progress is being made
For the leaders all are dead and the people all are slain
Now I walk the solemn streets of my homeland all alone
Where there was once grass and trees there's now blood and sand and stone
Where there once was skin and blood tbere's now flesh and skull and bone
Where there once was calming laughter there are pitied cries and moans
Of the tragedies ahead, if only I had known
I would've told the Queen to not leave the Palace that one night
I would've made sure the borders were alert, secure, and tight
I would've had Shrinke put to death to avoid this massive plight
I would've saved my beautiful land, made sure it was all right
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
What is this, what is this, what is this dystopia
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.
If only I could've stopped it; kept it a utopia.