They the open up the gates to heard us in with all the other goats
The king of all the goats he stands there talking with the other folks
Give us entertainment keep us happy for a year or so
Focus on the hocus pocus nothing here for you to know
I've been locked in here for forty years
Been blind like all the rest
But Lately I've been waking up
With a burning on my chest
Look somethings not quite right here
With the writing on the wallShadow signals heard control
The hand behind the shawl
I've seen the puppet masters strings
As fine as angle hair
The spider webs of ill intent
Have caught us unaware
I slipped behind the border
I crawled out from the vail
My eyes they saw the leaders
And the lie behind the sail