A Tyrant's Poor Decisions

A tyrant says, "break the peasants; watch them fade away."
A brave new world; feels I'm living 1984.

A rebel yells, "your New World Order smells peculiar to me."
Butterfly Bombs they flutter; where to run to now?

Tragic times, better your ways.
A hard life deserves a good day.
My will it tries to fade on me.
Some days I say, "where you going...
where you going now?

A tyrant says, "I feel offended; time to end it all."
A flash of white; poor decisions, guess it's over now.

A rebel yells, "your paradigm shift seems to piss us off."
A brave new world; feels I'm living 1984