Creative control over the world
The path has been made for you to fail
Like puppet masters guiding the strings
Just make sure to follow their ways
Treated like slaves, numbered, not named
Abused like figures in a chess-game
Made impossible to kill the king
A conspiracy from the ministry

For the powers that be
Steal your face
Delete your life
In days of grace
For the powers that be
Blind your eyes
Break your will
Until it dies

Living in a police state
You’re hunted down, driven into
A corner attack, if you can stand up against them
Enjoy your victory as long as it lasts
For the powers that be
Steal your face

Delete your life
In days of grace
For the powers that be
Blind your eyes
Break your will
Until it dies