[Intro: Low, rumbling bass, distant industrial clanking, ominous strings building up] [Deep, spoken-word male vocals] They operate in the spaces between the light. Unseen. Unheard. Untouchable. [Verse 1] High above the smog and the grinding gears They sip on the wine of a thousand tears Monuments of glass touching the sky While down in the dirt, the innocent die They draft the laws with a golden pen And sell out the futures of working men [Chorus] Shadows of the elite, pulling the strings Puppet masters with invisible wings They deal in our lives like chips in a game Leaving us nothing but ashes and blame! [Instrumental Interlude: Heavy, rhythmic guitar riff kicking in with driving drums] [Verse 2] The screens tell a story of peace and of grace A digital smile on a traitor's face They whisper of safety, they promise us wealth While silently draining our spirit and health The vaults are all full, the rivers run dry And no one is asking the masters why [Chorus] Shadows of the elite, pulling the strings Puppet masters with invisible wings They deal in our lives like chips in a game Leaving us nothing but ashes and blame! [Instrumental Outro: Guitars fade into a sustained, dissonant string chord, ending abruptly] [End]
