Nation of One

Verse

He squatted there among the rubble

having vanquished the last of his foes

the nights without end

and the days even longer

there was no one left

nor was there even a linger

of a past laced with hope

the madness he had golfed so long to conquer

had won

It was over

Verse

the destruction he now owned completely

was his and his alone

But there was no one left

to cheer him on nor lift him in his triumph

for to have vanquished all that opposed him

left him with nothing and no one

for they were all gone

Pre-chorus

A silent rally with an infinite tally

of lives lost and a world forsaken

silent now in their absence

he had done it all

Chorus

and lived to rule as a nation of one

the only survivor

his only power

over the ashes and bodies

the remains of his ways

the lonesome confines

of a man undone

by his petty grievances

his lies and destruction

his lack of vision and obstruction

his ignorance stupidity and greed

all alone in his world of

one.