Cookies of Death

saw a god like figure standing on a hill flying over life I was standing still same dream every night but a different day world burning A fake orange smile with a greasy sway… cookies of death Smiling innocent down the stairs… a cruel world waiting outside an oasis made of apathy and anonymity too… watching the world hold against a wave of hate and silence people stand and watch a tyrant laugh as they do eventually they will come for you working hard at your task hours go by we fuel the machinery of hate we allow it to fester and do its deed injustice for one is injustice for all phone still ringing Gonna take that call? cookies of death walking down the stairs tyrant is ranting selling his wares.. frogs on a slow boil nobody cares…