Carved into shape by our fear, uncertainty and doubt.
Manipulated, our leaders excel in incompentence.
They'll take from us what isn't theirs to take.
Despite the lives we paid to get it.
The war of this generation: no armies, no kings.
I know there's something hiding in the darkness of shadows.
It reigns in silence, it reigns in whispers.
It hides behind their thrones.
Like puppets on strings, we play the part set out for us.
Blinded by wealth and an illusion of a free-willed utopia.
We've chosen to be choiceless.
This game is far from fair.
The rules have changed!
As these strings turn into chains, manipulation turns into control.
We dream of brighter days, we dream of honest change.

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