The Comb of Prestige
by Remains of the Day· from Hanging on Rebellion
He watches his words and combs his ideas to a nihilist embitter
Anything but real
He triggers emotions, uncanny to some but desired by all
Stop, wait a minute
Witness some dazzling effects while we comb the whole world
It's not unusual to rid the world of any possible change
The facts are copyrighted, fortified with lies
Our opinions seem to disappear
It's not a mild time in this war
There's not a moment to forget the casualties
No support from me in this war
There's no support in hanging on rebellion but no remorse.