• Once again I sit here crying
    Once again they yell at me lying
    Telling me over and over again
    that I'm a slave to my dreams
    this reality
    this insanity
    But they have no idea what they've brought
    what their crusades have sought

    the cogs are churning
    their brains have stopped learning
    their voices go unheard
    Because no one dares
    or cares to say a word

    And yet
    Everyone knows it
    the world is burning
    yet still
    no one dares to say a word
    for if you are heard
    well that would just be absurd
    So they live their life with eyes down
    fake smiles like cheated clowns
    through silent frowns they keep it round
    the power of evil they have soon found

    For the world is not kind to those who would smite their evil
    for the advocates of truth
    their knights of youth
    the kings and queens of justice
    and the Harold of what is right
    For they,
    the evil
    are the masters the fathers and gods of this reason for upheaval
    for who would dare challenge them
    speak out against the one world power
    the bully
    towering madly brutally over all
    the gilded country
    the promised land
    the home of construction and world command
    for who with such power would be denied voice
    for who with such strength could be denied food
    for they are the snake charmer the puppeteer
    the master that feeds madly on others careers.

    So silent they stay
    reserved and very much afraid
    commanded by evil
    profited to the damned
    Because its simply easier that way
    to not simply say
    to turn a blind eye on the evils of day
    Puppets don't speak you see
    they do small feats
    servants of the laughter
    tools to the ignorant bliss of the masses
    And then they go once more back into the box
    the false reality that they have committed to memory
    the place they know best
    better than all the rest

    But to those who speak
    its not that sort of treat
    they see it for what it is
    and its hell
    For when you cry
    they sit back and lie
    over and over again

    Just do what they say
    It's easier that way
    So it seems
    To turn a blind eye on the evil they've allowed
    At least then you won't get hurt
    if you follow the plan all will be well

    Just know your place
    and you won't get erased
    Just sit back and enjoy the ride
    let them paint flowers over your eyes
    pump you full of lies
    and the flies of their conspiracies won't destroy your mind.

    At least then you won't be erased like me
    the one who could not turn blindly against their evil
    The one that see truth
    the one that faces the damned
    but see even I
    I cannot win
    One girl against the united nation of the man
    his very voice commanding legions
    of soulless damned
    of corrupted men and woman
    of innocents sadly shamed

    Our wings have been clipped
    our faces blurred
    our voices muted
    our true souls reversed
    The thing we call a life....
    that's no more than a sacrifice
    And you see
    we their servants
    live only to please
    to feed fires
    and desires
    of those 'better' than we

    And with eyes forced open
    with the notion of freedom held high in my heart
    I battle the legions of damned
    the innocents who sought freedom
    It seems sad
    the way we were back then
    conceived on a notion that all men were created equal
    But sadly those ties
    that lie that bonded us as a people
    its nothing more
    than a fantasy of evil

    And as I stare at the faceless crown
    a tear falls down my faceless shroud
    It is all a lie
    the way we were raised
    and that notion itself is my undoing frame
    I was once with them
    they my friends
    my family
    all to fall to tragedy and tyranny

    We are taught to be the same
    We are taught if we aren't its a shame
    to force our heads down
    to follow the crowd
    to enjoy the ride
    to ignore that sound
    the cry
    the plea
    the need to be free
    And as young hopeful people
    each generation more hopeful than the next
    we figure, 'hey, we'll do our best.'
    But when we are strung up on wires
    and painted with others desires
    We know ourselves to no longer have names
    We know ourselves,
    all of us
    to be the same
    The very thing we strive against
    it happens all the same
    and with added effect

    We are all puppets on their strings
    We are all angels without wings
    to free ourselves
    to be ourselves
    And I
    I am no different
    I am a puppet whose done her best
    I am an angel whose wings have been clipped
    a bloodied face
    broken and wet from the sweat
    the tears that roll down
    my face made to be out like a clown
    For I have spoken truth
    and society does respect that truth of today's youth
    doesn't speak up for what we once held dear

    I am a victim like any other
    The cruel joke played by an evil deck holder
    The cast away of a fearful world
    a broken promise
    that no one seems to believe in
    seems to even remember
    And when you think twice to end it
    to free yourself of the amendments
    I am that knife too
    the sting that cuts deep into your flesh
    and while you've done your best
    its never enough
    for in this world you cannot win
    cannot even begin to understand
    the horror that lays beyond that rose glasses

    And when they send you away
    force you replay
    relive
    rethink the way you are
    you become another joke of the cards

    And I am this way
    no different even as many begged me to stay
    I am a puppet who can no longer feel sorrow
    not of petty
    not of sadness
    nor of the evil that lies behind those glasses
    I am made out to be a demon for trying to help
    for trying to make others see reason
    And so I shall be one
    I shall dance
    play part of demon
    dirty my hands if that leads to my freedom
    I am now the bloodied
    and likely just as damned
    But at least I am my own
    myself to command
    Free from wires
    and their desires
    free from the puppet role I have played
    free from the plan
    the command
    the silently damned.