Chased by the pawn, away I must run.
Towering before me, questions abound.
As I witness, disorganized earth.
It's noble protectors, deciding what's worth
Searching for answers, misguided in fear.
Programmed reality, appaled it's so near.
And the links, connecting the hours,
A final memorial, and so I call out!
(A final memorial, and so I call out!)
Losing fear, I shed my woes,
Casting light in the souls, of generations lost.
Mourning broken, redeeming sight
When the servants lash out,
At the ones above.
Tragic faith, in promised lies,
Putting trust in the hands, of a tyrannic blight
Leading troops, in my mental war,
And then I realize, the pawn was I!