fallacies of a corrupt species

fate. it's a twisted thing.
the age we're in.
just shut your senses,
it'll take you for a spin.
am in a bin.
too late, it's a sin not to date.

what?

it's not like what it was meant to be.
come, you should see the days of glee;
those that are past.

65 million years ago,
dino bro, where'd you go?
we were oh so eager to know
what would've happened when the giants
met in an all-thrashing show.
but you were gone.
you're gone.
what fun is it to rule alone?

let us have another look
at the time buried under time.
an oath we took,
to transfer power
from the higher to the lower,
slow and good.
so, we'd planned a party
and hoped to have a rocking time;
to break the shackles and to shake the floor.
in all the excitement, we missed the impostor.

rats!
you were thwarted by the rats, congrats!

the rats did gnaw into our pride,
but they did not exterminate.
it's you, abominable apes!
mass-murdering creeps.
it's coz of you, the earth has been raped
of its riches and all the treasures
that long ago draped the world; you gaped
and wondered what you'd do.
there's none who'd sue you.
you came of age.
you rampaged
till the telltale signs
of a hundred million vermin
were silenced by a handful of your minions.
we saw the gleam in your eyes
when you saw us dead.
we felt the horror residing in your hearts
when you'd seen us reborn.
you rose to power;
but the constant hunger
will only last as long as you monger.
the old world is up and stirring.
you know the rules of the game.
an overthrow is sure in.
and your rise to fame
will be lost in the din.
be warned, i owe you one.
you can beat the snakes;
but when you kill one,
the lizard will bite.
yes, the lizard will bite.
you can beat the snakes,
but the stakes are so high
you just can't beat the snakes.

then i'll let my best friend loose;
the uncanny canis can't surely lose.

your pets, they're so cute.
they're so mute.
ever so silent, they seem to seek your warmth.
and all they get in stead is your wrath.
your bloody wrath.
your bloody refined renowned erratic rotten wrath!
but soon,
your treason will be seen,
as the star that lies in the east rises again.
when it grows near,
there'll be nothing more clear-
the fallacies of a corrupt species-
erupting out of tears,
bellowing in your ears.
now it's time
to put your lies in line
and feed them to you,
to make them true.
then it'll all be fine
when you cry
until you're dry.
cry!
cry for your lies!
cry for every single memory that dies!
and then, nothing will be yours
in the chaos that follows.
your treachery will be seen.