Good times end times
as events turn worse
its too late to learn
if you worship the curse
still the war was golden for some
like the man with the hearse
that followed the drum
Fighting was futile
Our country turned feudal
we suffered Immortal crimes
that killed the globe and time
At first family kingdoms were few
but descended To tribes
Maybe its lazy
To think we're all free
Our leader hadn't a clue
you won't believe what you see
Until it happens to you.