Open your eyes to this, for all we know this could be the end.
forget what you know, the legends you're told. the fear within, your anchor, your demise free your feet from the earth
the comfort we've all come to know
Close your eyes and think of the things we've thrown away, for the things that we all hate.
Open your eyes to this. for all we know this could be the end
Yelling at a puppet for the way that it sings. Whose the man behind the curtain, the one who pulls the strings? a scapegoat, a face to put the blame? A mirror to look in shame?
Close your eyes and think of the things we've thrown away, for the things that we all hate
We bite the hand that feeds, we fight for simple needs. you call the shots, forever ongoing plots. represent us. promising well flourish
to a blinding light we look. our mother to nourish
we bite the hand that feeds.
we fight for nothing
whose the man whose pulling on the strings
released December 12, 2014
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