Places

The hourglass is ticking down,
Just like your paper cut-out crown.
Are you brave enough to see,
That we killed your legacy?

You never cared for them at all,
So you’re the one about to fall.
Why’re you standing so at ease?
You’d better get down on your knees.

Bow down before the ones you serve,
You’re going to get what you deserve.
Your time has come; we come for you.
There won’t be much left when we’re through.