Epigram for the Last Straw - Sieges Even

How many prayers have been pattered out in vain
How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles
And how many times have we been privileged spectators
We'd rather be removed from this conspiracy
We's rather close our eyes to the insanity
Lifting our hopes to withered plains
Dragging our thirst through desert storms
Interlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes
Observing distress with stoic composure
Is this the act of resignation
Admist the ruins the actors parade
Reciting phrases of '
Godot' and '
Lear' Yet something's different
The play seems so real
How come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks
Still we smile
While hope and death carry on their dialogue
Still we dance
The sarabande of nihilism
Admist the ruins the jesters parade
Reciting phrases of '
Godot' and '
Lear' Yet something's different
The play seems so real
Cunnung tears hide a
Torquemada smile
We congregate and sit hand in hand around the table of anachronism
And we form the allianve with gestures of habit
Carrying on the same old way