Handing down the crown

This is a story of misconception, hurt, and rejection
A tale of a hierarchy and misguided perfection
A city of failures and nothing but lies
Can you hear them now, their screaming, ignoring their cries?

This is the horror of all that was good
Of everything that had no faith and everything that should
Should have made it through the fall but never mind they try
They hit the ground to hard, before they could defy

They cackle in excitement for your mistaken woes
They worship the path that the world is destined to follow
The clichéd and the revered
The same old story, unchanged for all the years

The original, they misinterpret
The delusional, they are your favourite
Sad little girls and sad little boys
Cracked in the pavement, broken weathered toys