destruction sequence: initiated
brain, raw and grinding
the gears are still turning
but haven't been oiled in millenia
once upon a time, i was king
during the great serotonin shortage
when everyone shuffled about the streets
listless and dull
a slave to their own routine
and to deviate would spell certain disaster

i was so good to them
i would burn down villages
and point a finger at our "enemies" to the east
how else would they trust me to protect them?
it gave them something to live for:
it gave them hatred
i was so good to them
i would give gold to prostitutes
so they'd lower their prices
and the men lost inhibition with every lay
it gave them something to live for
it gave them them release
i was so good to them
i have donated to the performance arts
enthralling and subliminally conditioning them
because active, free thinkers are dangerous
it gave them something to live for
it gave them complacency
i was so good to them
i issued a currency
so i could tax their earnings
as a comfortable king is a happy king
it gave them something to live for
it gave them labor
i was so good to them

enter, the great savior of none
the fearless leader who led not a soul
morally just and fed up with control
he was not unfit, but not their fit
as the masses loved their debauchery
and the unwavering protection of their master

i was so good to him
i wrote a decree
that he be found and thrown in the dungeon
to save him from himself, as free thinkers are dangerous
i gave them something to live for
i gave him his sacrifice