Ruling from highrises, Safe in their towers,
There is no question who holds the powers.
Most people hide in their hallowed homes.
Distracting themselves with "smart" phones.
As sure as the sun falls, the moon will rise.
Can you see the chaos in front of your eyes?
With slight of hand, and hidden hints,
It's like tracking transparent prints.
The scales may be tipped,
The odds in their favor,
But the balance of power
Is starting to waiver.
Stand strong and stay steady
For when the time comes,
No one will be ready
For the war drums.