The Hidden Hand - Conflict

Don’t know about you

But I’m constantly feeling Nothing

Nowhere, no more Putting the oil into their machine

Civilization crumbles

To an all, time low

Again, you know, it shows

Are we searching in the dark?

Or turning on the light?

Treading the treadmill

Stand still, keep quiet, right?

Wrong this time

Have you given up the will to think freely?

Is it hard to kick against the pricks?

Understand there is no wrong or right

Live up to fight and fight in honesty

Don’t be predictable — cause confusion buys time

Ready for onslaught

Playing dumb, deaf, blind

Waiting for a redeemer

Who never comes?

He salutes — holding back the tears

As the train pulls from the station

She’s hurting and it shows

More wrestling emotions

The caring call for change

A whole new world for action

Some people fight through freedom

Others for power, self-satisfaction

Those not born into privilege

Will reclaim the rights denied them

Their discontentment breeds and greed

An overwhelming force condemns

Enemies on all fronts

A strategy of deceit

The hidden hand remains strong

As the abuse of one species leads

Onto another to another

But those white flags of surrender

Are not the ideologically motivated

A state of mind, ungovernable forever

Killing hope — killing time

Dumb acceptance reigns again

Open wide — you decide

How deep you’re in