Racing Shadows

There's nowhere left to hide

from the fatman and all his lies

a TV puppet-politician

He thinks his words so fine

great, important, and divine

a 20th century magician

in reality he's nothing but a shark

He appears to be a shadow in the dark

He's making rules and laws

to satisfy his greed paws

He's got this art down to perfection

Ideals improvised

what's good for him is legalised

for he's the leader of the nation

but a dog that bites

will seldom ever bark

all his slogans fade to nothingness

for he is but a shadow in the darkness

every step they take

every move they make

everything is fake

just an illusion

madmen rise and fall

many heads may roll

but they don't care at all

and sow confusion

Their perverted schemes

are reaching their peak

insanity reigns

Simple parasites

they feed off the weak

posessing their brains

undercover of the titles they hold

that makes them so bold

another blindman trips and falls

and deaf men cannot hear at all

they smile towards

their self destruction

yes-men nod and bow their heads

could own their own minds but instead

they're just like puppets of corruption

and they play their game while corpses

pave their way

and they'll force a smile

until the day the racing shadows

finally fade away

there's a fire burning in our hearts

it throws a light upon their dubious talk

let the fire burn

to disclise all their lies

let them play their games

but be true to yourself

and the flames will rage

until the day

the racing shadows finally fade away