A silent voice

Devoid of choice

A twisted world where we rejoice

The deaths of friends made into foes

Our hypocrisy it shows

The same fate waits for us below

At the cold and lonely close

My mind is on this price we pay

To extend this farce another day

Watching as the gold threads fray

To reveal they're truly grey

To extend this ignorance

While we're feigning innocence

As we ask for deliverance

Will not make a difference

Trapped in cycles to which we submit

And ignore the sins that we commit

To make a world that's counterfeit

A world that's lost on this hypocrite