No Kidding

You are kidding yourself if you think that we're safe,
While they gain on us slowly escaping our notice,
Still seizing a greater control of our space,
With money and land as their primary focus.

Puppets for presidents, faking direction,
The men with the money seize total control,
With not enough time for a real introspection,
It's puppets for robots, a cent for a soul.

While prophecies ponder a coming disaster,
The lights through the tunnel are dimming with rights,
While chisels and hammers are chipping still faster,
At teathers to life, while we put out those lights.

We shit in our water and piss in our drink,
With no thoughts that maybe this might not be smart,
But what witches we are for making you think,
And triggering fingers to tear skin apart.