In the halls of power, they wear their mask
Shaking hands with promises that never last
Behind the curtain, the whispers grow
A secret play with an unseen show
They talk of freedom, of dreams that sing
But behind the words are invisible strings
Puppets dance to a shadow's call
Who really rules beneath it all?
Invisible strings pull them tight
Guided hands in the dead of night
Silent whispers in the darkest halls
Who controls when the curtain falls?
They sell illusions, a practiced guise
But hidden hands write the lies
In every promise, in every speech
The truth is buried out of reach
Behind their eyes, the truth remains
Bound by power, locked in chains
Do they believe in the things they say
Or are they actors in a play?
Invisible strings pull them tight
Guided hands in the dead of night
Silent whispers in the darkest halls
Who controls when the curtain falls?
Can you see the strings they hide
Pulling leaders side by side?
A game of shadows, a dance of lies
While we watch with open eyes
In the end, the truth will rise
Expose the game behind the lies
When the puppets fall and masks come down
Will we find a new battleground
Invisible strings pull them tight
Guided hands in the dead of night
Silent whispers in the darkest halls
Who controls when the curtain falls
The puppet masters fade away
But their shadows ever stay
In every leader and every king
Look close and see the invisible string