Behind the curtain

Led astray 

you are destined for the grave

 

Decieved from birth,

like sheep led to the slaughter

 

Bowing down to your masters,

knowing not their origin

 

Carrying your weight,

trying to survive,

 

Thinking not much of,

what goes on behind the curtain

 

Slowly being poisoned, more and more

you weaken

 

And they continue to slither into your nests

preaching their message

 

In a constant state of fear you believe

what you hear

 

Looking for someone to save you from

yourselves

 

Bowing down to your masters,

who are but slaves to their fate. 

 

 

 

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