How has our world shaped you
Do you walk atop the corpses of those who came before you
Or do you dig their graves, kneel at their feet and praise them for what they accomplished
How do you present yourself, holding your head high
do you plant it in the ground or hide it in the clouds
Are your thoughts free, or did you steal them from your past
Do you see the strings dancing among the crowds
Our great puppeteer, steering our ways
We praise him, we follow him, willingly attaching his strings to our backs
And we're surprised when he discards us after one false move
He hates our mistakes...