your tower is cardboard

i coulda sworn that they declared,

that one day they'd get their wish

their pyramids within pyramids,

but your bullets all missed

above and below all these jewels;

between guns, knives, and fists

all gems shining and glittering,

the price of which were kids

and you see they can pretend

we all see how they swear,

each and every day that they care

but the ropes and the weights; they do not lift

those on all of the ones who you tied at the wrists

inside all the glimmer and silver are fools,

the fools who burn up,

who see people as tools

and despite all the lying and verses you twist

and despite all the names you prescribe on the lists,

half fabricated in fornication, and half fabricated in fits

fits of screaming through fountains of blood, tears, and spit

we will no longer be crying

when you burn in the bottomless pit

i'm telling you now that you don't have to regret,

because regardless of feelings, karma still knows your mess

because your tower is cardboard, though you think it is tall

and as we cut all the strings, karma watches you fall

so watch from the wings, while we dance in the halls

you tried to cut off our wings,

but we fly and not crawl

so watch from the wings, while we dance in the halls

because all the angels are coming

to tear down your walls.

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