Compliments of unwarranted origin in my halo
Have the creatures running uselessly in contempt of one another
Two years of the dynasty have left,
The wreckage of a village.
Sky have you fallen lately?
What do you think about the invention of humanity?
Paper, lies, love, and things,
What has become of the flower society?
Thinking too much about the wrong issues
No need for there to be an Armageddon,
Have fun while you can, how you want.
Today there are the definitive and the restricted
Can there be a sense of well-being amongst us
No good will come from a perfect day,
In which we are all content.
Wires will cross
Fire will fly
Wind will blow
And insignificance will be annihilated.
So much for our own self-righteous nature,
We have no idea.