• We're caught on a string and playing their games,
    jumping through hoops despite all the flames,
    and now they grow stronger, catapult unto fame,
    they forget those they stepped on and erase all our names.

    I'm watching them gorge on the food on their plates,
    from behind steely grasp of their cast iron gates,
    and as I grow angry, i carve their names into slates,
    and collect enough weapons for me and my mates.

    And as the time approaches, I grow more aware,
    Of how much Id kill just to have theirs,
    And with these thought in my head I climb up these stairs,
    No more will I fear or have any cares.

    The time has come, no more will we wait!
    Our fingers to triggers will not hesitate,
    for we fight for freedom! This has to be fate!
    We fight till the end! Be it Heaven's gate!

    Now we make our own world, with leaders we choose,
    who set up their method of systems and rules,
    And now as I look at it, I grow amused,
    The sheer tenacity of it, it must be a ruse.

    Because,

    We're caught on a string and playing their games,
    jumping through hoops despite all the flames,
    and now they grow stronger, catapult unto fame,
    they forget those they stepped on and erase all our names.