Viewed from above.
Standing on the edge of reason I look from high to the crowd beneath me Each face different from the next Some bewildered Most perplexed This man they seek Redemption beats him But what release when chains are heavy Manacled by invisible tethers Humanity pretends that all is well Eyes closed tightly The truth to frightening Witnesses are not in favour The horror of the tyrants fists of fury The crowd below Worships freely A pretence so great He knows they love him Truly Freely As I gaze from way up high I drop my ladder down from the sky The first to try may slip and fall The multitude will hear my call To not be blinded by visions of glory This man who would have them believe him righteous Climbers ascend to destroy his piety Don't be fooled by those false prophets Who would tell you now That they are worthy Delivering nothing While offering riches Politicians Sons of bitches The throng, like ...