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 Read more at