Racing Shadows - Eloy

There’s nowhere left to hide\nfrom the fatman and all his lies\na TV puppet-politician\nHe thinks his words so fine\ngreat, important, and divine\na 20th century magician\nin reality he’s nothing but a shark\nHe appears to be a shadow in the dark\nHe’s making rules and laws\nto satisfy his greed paws\nHe’s got this art down to perfection\nIdeals improvised\nwhat’s good for him is legalised\nfor he’s the leader of the nation\nbut a dog that bites\nwill seldom ever bark\nall his slogans fade to nothingness\nfor he is but a shadow in the darkness\nevery step they take\nevery move they make\neverything is fake\njust an illusion\nmadmen rise and fall\nmany heads may roll\nbut they don’t care at all\nand sow confusion\nTheir perverted schemes\nare reaching their peak\ninsanity reigns\nSimple parasites\nthey feed off the weak\nposessing their brains\nundercover of the titles they hold\nthat makes them so bold\nanother blindman trips and falls\nand deaf men cannot hear at all\nthey smile towards\ntheir self destruction\nyes-men nod and bow their heads\ncould own their own minds but instead\nthey’re just like puppets of corruption\nand they play their game while corpses\npave their way\nand they’ll force a smile\nuntil the day the racing shadows\nfinally fade away\nthere’s a fire burning in our hearts\nit throws a light upon their dubious talk\nlet the fire burn\nto disclise all their lies\nlet them play their games\nbut be true to yourself\nand the flames will rage\nuntil the day\nthe racing shadows finally fade away