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