Assemblage 23
Decades
Time is like a serpent
That devours its own tail
The coils grow ever-tighter
With each moment it inhales

A foreboding sense of deja vú
That cannot be ignored
It's hard to help but feel
We've seen and done this all before

History be damned
It's only progress we embrace
Our eyes closed to the circles
That our memories re-trace

Arrogance & avarice
Distort our field of view
A re-run culture takes your past
And sells it back to you

Decades pass and years go by
Days dissolve into the ether
Condense like clouds
And come raining back down
But we are blind to this debris
Piling up around our feet
Oblivious
And it's killing us