Lyrics War of Hypocrites - Vonnegut

War of Hypocrites

Want them to engrave your name
On the slates of time
Have them elevate your name
Blinded by your fame
Time, a loan shark, you don’t care
Let them play their games
They have eyes, yet they can’t see
What they pay for fame
The eater of past, the slayer of sound
The furnace of egos, is here, for your soul
An ugly division between the two names
A dsperate conflict between th two selves
A scalpel of grievance dissects shameful past
The wound is reopened the secret unleashed
Once a slave of vanity dragged into the shame
Once a sky of golden stars now a pit of truths
When it’s one, it’s many more
Plague of scathing blame
Good and bad, much like a war
Faces fall like rain
Curtains catch fire, stage crumbles down
Hypocrite empire, who will take the crown?
Let the war begin, see whose lies will win