Calendar Reloaded

New year, same trap The clock hits twelve, the city blinks, the grin comes back Confetti falls like ash on snow, the mask comes back They toast to plastic promises, glass clinks, lights blind Shadows dance behind their eyes, empty stares, scripted mime Diamonds still spark in the dark, flexing through the tears Candlelight fading, wax dripping, years slipping I hear the speakers laughing backward, like they know the trick Every resolution is a rental, every promise has a chip Midnight, reboot Same old code Midnight morning, neon in the dawn Another rotation, something still feels wrong Twisted carols echo down these streets Bitter taste of triumph, hollow and incomplete You hear that That is the calendar getting reloaded Prophets preach from billboards, rented faith on display Drones hum hymns above the block, gray sky, gray day The masses cheer on cue, they clap when the screen says smile Puppeteers behind the curtain, clean hands, filthy style They worship glitter, kiss empty thrones, beg for chains Empires crumble on broken homes, they still sell pain The system smiles wide, it knows their fragile fate A feast of fools served up warm on a silver plate Midnight morning, neon in the dawn Another rotation, something still feels wrong Twisted carols echo down these streets Bitter taste of triumph, hollow and incomplete Tick tock, tick tock, metronome of doom The curtain falls slow inside a vacant room No resolution, just a spiral down the drain A symphony of sorrow, loop it again, again Do not look for the exit sign It is decorative Midnight morning, neon in the dawn Another rotation, something still feels wrong Twisted carols echo down these streets Bitter taste of triumph, hollow and incomplete Happy New Year Suckers <3