Who's Holding The Strings?

Verse 1 A picture flashed across my screen Another spark to fan the flame A thousand voices pointing fingers A thousand people naming names The story begged for instant judgement Every headline pulled me in But something whispered, look much deeper Before you let the anger win Pre-Chorus Every photograph has a photographer Every message has a hand Every echo has a source behind it Every fire has a plan Chorus Who's holding the strings? Who's pulling the wire? Who's feeding the fear? Who's building the fire? Before I choose a side Before I draw the line I'll follow where the evidence leads Not every voice is mine Verse 2 Behind the logos and the slogans Behind the comments and the noise Someone profits from division Someone amplifies the voice They don't need a field of battle They don't need a loaded gun Just enough to stir the anger And the work is almost done I thought I was just sharing I thought I chose the flame Until I saw I carried Someone else's game Pre-Chorus Truth is never scared of questions Truth has nothing left to hide Only shadows fear the daylight Only lies avoid the light Chorus Who's holding the strings? Who's pulling the wire? Who's feeding the fear? Who's building the fire? Before I choose a side Before I draw the line I'll follow where the evidence leads Not every voice is mine Bridge Truth walks a little slower Than rumours ever will One is built on evidence The other on a thrill Question every headline Question every claim Because truth deserves your name The strongest minds are never frightened When the facts refuse to bend Truth survives investigation Only fiction fears the end Final Chorus Who's holding the strings? Who's writing the play? Who's turning neighbour against neighbour Day after day? I'll keep my heart wide open But my judgement clear as well Because freedom starts the moment We refuse to serve the spell Outro Look beyond the picture Look beyond the name Look beyond the outrage Before you share the flame If we learn to think together More than simply choose a side Those who profit from division Will have nowhere left to hide Who's holding the strings... Who's holding... The strings...