Like a fool with blinders on
You view this world as ruled by kings
But what if they're puppets like you and I
And the world belongs to a few?
As they soon hit the peak, the top of a pyramid
They find themselves embracing the darkness
Sworn to silence
And the world is "in order" anew
Defining their ways right into your homes
With the old wicked lies
A game for the few - They tell who will live
They tell who will die
At the heart of their home
It's black as the sky
At the end of the day they say there is no way out
No peace in sight - none leaves alive
The world is on fire
And the weapon wrangler he thrives
Can you tell who they are?
Ready to follow trails?
Go follow the money
It'll lead you right, right to the darkest pit
And a rage over all that's denied
Defining their ways right into your homes
With the old wicked lies
A game for the few - They tell who will live
They tell who will die
You pray for some justice, but no one can hear
So you look to the skies
Are you one of the puppets?
Black as the sky
Looking up at the skyline
Towering blocks and shards of glass
Catch your eye
Bright as the stars on a dark moonless night
Black as the sky in the broad daylight
It's the end of the road
Here the darkness unfolds
Keep your eye on the light
And hold your head high
They're finding their way into your homes
But their face is unseen
Their heart is unknown
Defining their ways right into your homes
In the absence of light
A game for the few - They tell who will live
They tell who will die
You pray for some justice, but no one can hear
So you look to the skies
Are you one of the puppets?
Black as the sky