People wonder where empires go
Where the vile and greedy disappear from the show
Look in the mirror of history
You’ll see the snowflakes there
The synthetic, lazy, entitled… vanished into thin air
Real people rise from their rubble and mud
Warriors build with sweat and blood
But watch… just watch what happens next
Their grandchildren forget the text
The grandchildren of warriors
Become the gelded consumers
Castrated by comfort
Useless-ness… removed like a tumor
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Synthetic seeds, they stopped to breed
Into the anus of history
The wheel turns, karma winks for me
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Empire’s children, obsolete
Sucked in the anus of history
The wheel turns… eternally
Two generations is all it takes
The scalpel of uselessness
Makes the final cut, no mistakes
They stop to breed
Their insatiable greed
Drowns them in their own excess
Thank God their snowflake seed
Helps them fail to feed
The future with their poison creed
So the cycle can start again
New blood, new pain
The grandchildren of warriors
Become the gelded consumers
Castrated by comfort
Useless-ness… removed like a tumor
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Synthetic seeds, they stopped to breed
Into the anus of history
The wheel turns, karma winks for me
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Empire’s children, obsolete
Sucked in the anus of history
The wheel turns… eternally
So here’s the question
While you’re sitting there
Watching the decline from your chair:
Will you be planting seeds
For the new generations to come
Or just observe…
As the synthetic elite
Get swallowed by the wheel
One by one?
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Synthetic seeds, they stopped to breed
Sucked in the anus of history
The wheel turns, karma winks for me
The wheel turns, the wheel eats
Empire’s children, obsolete
Into the anus of history
The wheel turns…
The wheel… always turns…
And it’s always… hungry…