Cassandra's Lullaby

I didn’t ask for the visions, love.
Like worst comes to shove.
Like gas in the chambers,
Like blood in muddy waters,
Where truth gets drowned
So the lie seems profound.

Seventeen million ghosts
Already branded lost.
Their names ignored,
Their fate uncarved,
And your silence? Deafening.
History’s repeating
But nobody’s caring.
It’s all so damn unnerving.

You said,
“Good luck riding that kind of shit feeling…”
Yeah (bro). Thanks for the healing.

[Chorus]
Sleep, my darling, through the sirens.
Fold your conscience. Close your eyes.
I’ll keep singing through the violence,
Cassandra weeps while hope denies.

You call it “bad energy,”
Like joy forgives atrocity,
While the empire builds its ovens
In your denial’s high heavens.

They roll in the wooden horse
While my voice grows coarse.
Tell me again how killing
Explains your chilling?

[Chorus]
Sleep, my darling, through the sirens.
Fold your conscience. Close your eyes.
I’ll keep singing through the violence,
Cassandra weeps while hope denies.

This isn’t me dimming, my dear,
It’s me screaming, clear.
It’s déjà poo,
It’s shame on you.
It’s hell, backlit by data.
Genocide in beta.
The echo of
Remember Adolf,
Now met with a shrug…
Well, Heil! Good luck with that drug.

I see our future’s shared grave
And long for friends who dare be brave.
Not cowardly lies
Draped in red, white, and blue…
As the friendly dies,
And fascism comes true.

[Final Chorus]
Sleep, my darling, sleep in numbers.
Sleep through fascist lullabies.
I’ll pray that grace breaks through your slumber,
And helps the world unclose its eyes.

May your heart unclose with grace…
And prove you’re more than a fart’s face.