Pawn - Face Your Maker

In a world where no one is equal

Salvation is known as a fabrication to you all

Confide from justice & freedom

Enslaved by despair

You are forgotten

No voiced opinions

Numbers not names

Involuntary patriotism

They pull the strings

Twisting your minds to comply to their needs

Blinding you from reality

Mindless puppets hanging from your master’s strings

There’s a difference between

What you’re told & what you know

No peace without order

No order without authority

Generations born

Into imprisonment

Procreations sentenced to death

Unable to use your brain

When they control what you think or say

The eye above the sky watches down on you

Watching your every move you make

New denominations are born

Into profit from suffering