What if all that you know
Is under our control?
And everything that you see
We permit it to be?
All the things that you need
To bite the hand that feeds
You may run you may try
You will submit to the die
In the darkness you find
Love and hate are designed
Like a story misread
Understanding is dead
Maybe all are blind
It's a game of the mind
No man knows what they did
At the top of a pyramid
To the all seeing eye
It's the one sided die