Overseer

You've taken our innocence

like it's nothing but a game

I'm nothing, left in silence

another face in a picture frame

hung up on your wall of pieces

pawns dancing at your fingertips

our struggles, our heartaches

causes a smile across your lips

Laughter at the mishaps of man

Fear at the painful realization

That you really don't care

You control everything, 

yet are unwilling to do anything.
you, our eternal puppet master
pulling our strings from behind dark clouds
Sending storm upon storm
across us struggling crowds
But we are to march forward
Step upon step, mile after mile
Simply for entertainment's value
No matter how vile
You watch, you see
Things you could fix so easily,
Instead you watch it all,
Burn, Decay, Die
God's love.
A Lie.