In between the faces of war,
An ideology that will further keep,
Them on a tight leash.
It is clear to me,
That the waters were clouded here.

Come to your senses in refreshed detail.
It'll all be bowing or dying,
Either way you fail!
Do not let it be known that you have eyes,
Or they'll put them in the lord's sockets.

Pressure, Oh, pressure, Oppression.
What a heavy rain today.
What a heavy reign these days.
Will the clever fool ever learn?
In your eyes be sure he cannot discern,
What's truth and what's not.

The only hope is a dead man.
I cry gently.