For Thus Spoke

Clay men
Spin little tales
Creating Gods
Where wisdom has failed
Let's create a new world right?
New God
Educate him to breed hate
Throw the noose on
Welcome to the new earth tonight.

Drenched in sweat
Working hard to break history
Tiny tiles of forgotten misery
Statues crumble from hurt words
He said she said
Peace never had a place here
We have no reason sleep well
Not with collective malice creeping through these halls
Through these streets
Through these pandering songs

This freedom of speech
now gone.

"Death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic"