Wrecker

Oh, here comes the Wrecker, with a crown of gold, Promised us the moon but left us in the cold. Spinning tales so tall, they touch the sky, Underneath the glitter, just a lonesome cry. Wrecker, wrecker, playing a high stakes game, With a smirk and a joke, but who’s really to blame? Dancing through the ruins, with a fiery glance, In the theater of absurd, you sure led the dance. Promises like candy, oh how they flew, But when morning came, we saw the bitter truth. A maestro of chaos, in a suit so fine, In the land of the free, you drew a crooked line. Wrecker, wrecker, in your hall of mirrors, Did you see yourself, the cause of all these terrors? A jester on the throne, with a gilded frown, In your carnival of dreams, we all felt let down. They said you’d shake things up, in a world so tame, But when the pieces fell, who was left to blame? A game of thrones and shadows, in the light of day, But at the end of the game, what will history say?