Royd

In the land of destiny

There is a void that can’t be felt

We negotiate starvation

In the land of milk and honey

We live in opulence and decadence

And yet it’s not enough

Praising our deficiencies

We’d rather close our eyes than see

Gorging is much easier

If we can look the other way

In the lap of luxury

The house of cards will fall

I’m your toxic symmetry

Break and correct, break and correct me

We drown in wine

And you in water

The die is cast

Our eyes can see

Shout at the voices

They will not be heard