Broken legs walking on broken roads
Souls crushed by deceipts
Dignity robbed from the old
robbed from the old
robbed from the old.

Laughter and cries fill the air
Eerily familiar
when played together
Trickery...
now only path to power
And too busy and dejected to care.

Someone's running this world and it ain't you
it ain't me
Who's running the show?
It ain't God
No, it ain't Him.

Blasting the Earth open to steal her ores
Taking helpless lives for fur to make fancy coats
Men killing brothers for fur and hide
Coat returning to dust after the tide.
Coat returning to dust after the tide.
Coat returning to dust after the tide.

Look at those towers up to the sky
Sorry bones clog the moat
Don't look up or down and you'll be fine
Can't find the space for our shrines.
Can't find the space for our shrines.

Someone's running this world and it ain't you
It ain't me
Who's running the show?
It ain't God
No, it ain't Him.

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