The Game
The world has gone mad can’t you see there’s a problem.
The low of the class are just kept at the bottom.
Political factions never speaking the truth.
Cause they’re false and they’re phoney and dangerous brutes.
Telling us to abide by their political system.
Taking us for a ride but I neglect to listen
To their silly speeches they put on the t.v.
The blatant hypocrisy seriously burns me.
Because from the day that we came from the cradle.
We’re given a name, a traceable label.
To keep us in check and subconsciously kept low.
The guilty oppressors are cast in the shadows.
Stealing the spoils sending kids into battle.
Pawns of the game and they’re slaughtered like cattle.
The missiles are flying as well as the rockets.
While secret parties are just lining their pockets.
They won’t stop this, the cost is, a life with no justice, they’re destructive
And that’s how the games planned to be
We’re controlled by a darkness
The powers that be.