| There’s nowhere left to hide |
| from the fatman and all his lies |
| a TV puppet-politician |
| He thinks his words so fine |
| great, important, and divine |
| a 20th century magician |
| in reality he’s nothing but a shark |
| He appears to be a shadow in the dark |
| He’s making rules and laws |
| to satisfy his greed paws |
| He’s got this art down to perfection |
| Ideals improvised |
| what’s good for him is legalised |
| for he’s the leader of the nation |
| but a dog that bites |
| will seldom ever bark |
| all his slogans fade to nothingness |
| for he is but a shadow in the darkness |
| every step they take |
| every move they make |
| everything is fake |
| just an illusion |
| madmen rise and fall |
| many heads may roll |
| but they don’t care at all |
| and sow confusion |
| Their perverted schemes |
| are reaching their peak |
| insanity reigns |
| Simple parasites |
| they feed off the weak |
| posessing their brains |
| undercover of the titles they hold |
| that makes them so bold |
| another blindman trips and falls |
| and deaf men cannot hear at all |
| they smile towards |
| their self destruction |
| yes-men nod and bow their heads |
| could own their own minds but instead |
| they’re just like puppets of corruption |
| and they play their game while corpses |
| pave their way |
| and they’ll force a smile |
| until the day the racing shadows |
| finally fade away |
| there’s a fire burning in our hearts |
| it throws a light upon their dubious talk |
| let the fire burn |
| to disclise all their lies |
| let them play their games |
| but be true to yourself |
| and the flames will rage |
| until the day |
| the racing shadows finally fade away |