Spoils Of The Sycophant

Being irrefutable

A notion that the role of a conquering despot cannot be

obscured by a morbid fascination with war

Confessions gained under the pillory

And the sequence of events leading up to the end of

everytyhing

collectively abandon what was seen and believed

Cultivate deliberate illusions

Keep them all in line

The slate of history is wiped clean of its blemishes

Scars so deep they must be burned to remove

With no more past, there's no mistakes to repeat

Only the purity of fresh disaster

Victors are the victims in this gruesome display

As fates are sealed through the strokes of pens

All through the streets the people dance in revelry

Although to me their songs of celebration

Sound like cries to mourn the dead

Spoils of the sycophant

through deviance rise through the ranks

Too bleak and obscene to be a thrall

Spoils of the sycophant

Spoils of the sycophant

Their voices so quick to fade

My echo will forever remain

Their voices so quick to fade

My echo will forever remain

Confessions gained under the pillory

Are the sequence of events leading up to the end of

everything

Collectively abandon what was seen and believed

cultivate deliberate illusions

Keep them all in line

Recognize the impact of power ephemeral

I feel a pity that is quickly repressed

Man becomes ruins

Ruins become sand

Sand washes away