The August Engine Part 2 - Hammers of Misfortune

So you think that you know me

Just like those below me

And you think that your wise

With those big, wide open eyes

So you won’t play along, no

You say that it’s wrong, oh

And you’re seeing right through me

And you dare to accuse me

So you no longer love me

And you think your above me

Yet you run when your able

To fetch scrap from my table

So you’ve got me confounded

But I’ve got you surrounded

Where, where indeed

Will you turn when you’re in need?

If I’m a lie, and maybe it’s true

Still it is I that created you

And when you die, I’d have you believe

That even your ghost is shackled to me

As are those who bear your memory

Within you live my manufactured dreams

Soon we’ll be repackaging your quaint rebellious schemes

Within this august engine’s power

To vindicate or to devour

As armies march and temples tower

Our golden glory shines before before you

Our golden road opens for you

Leave all your troubles far behind you

Enter the light, though it blinds you