Subterfuge

Survival is not guaranteed in strange, tumultuous times

When the quest of our humanity strays from the narrow line

The cause of world insanities rests deeply on the few

Whose self-inflicted vanities require your servitude

In days of lies and subterfuge are times most opportune

To drain the living aptitude from those who feel entombed

A species cannot tolerate predation from within

With power indiscriminate and lack of discipline

So with the captains of these mighty nations awash in a sea of blind mistrust

The man on the street receives information designed to conceal the obvious

Throughout this madness, an offer of true and lasting peace

To soldier and philosopher, demoniac and priest

And when the curtain falls around us in megaton torment

Because the kings of men have failed again in obscene impudence

It will only be the ending of a strange, tumultuous dream

For those who've found the Saviour, waiting and willing