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Paper Gods


More power than a king

Benjamin on the one

'till our last breath exhaled

the people as loyal as they come.

 

Fueling riots and revolutions

sparking chaos and wars

they say they fight for freedom

though in the end, they are greedy for more.

 

"In God We Trust"

the scapegoat they belive

green printed paper incontrol of the world

the Devil is who they please.

 

A world composed of marionettes

Benjamin in control

they claim they are living

but their souls, already sold. 

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