One Invention; Industrial Revolution

Into the sunset we’ll ride And we’ll see how much you’ve grown By the last words you choose to leave behind We can pretend that heaven denied you because you found your own path We can pretend that we all don’t know what’s really going on there A novel of lies, Read it and weep Read it and weep If wishes were horses, beggars would ride And it’s easier to rule with silence than to silence the ruler And it’s an easy ride into the sunset when all your bridges are still intact And it’s much harder to see the ashes of hell with your head in the clouds But it’s so unsurprising to see you comforting yourself with a novel of lies You know that if wishes were horses, beggars would ride Standing there like a lemon Thoughts too sour to protect your tower of porcelain Such sweet irony to know you’re crumbling under that mask A scroll full of ink of your behaviors that could be their own disorders Read it and weep Read it and weep until you crack Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had genies in our pockets Karma in a bottle, you gotta harness it the right way It’s unsurprising you choose spite Over learning about yourself A nobel prize winner of carefully woven lies But you know if wishes were horses, beggars would ride Into the sunset, away from the burning ashes of your obvious end of the line