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