Strings of Destiny Songtext
von Counterpunch

The architect, iconoclast, martyr and the money changer
Modern knights of the round table
With their finger on the trigger
A puppet show the world′s too blind to see
Attach the strings of destiny
Watch the rich eat the poor blind and dumb
It's been like this for years and our actions
Crave more poverty, more neglect, more reason to disconnect
This loss of focus is their master plan
Now they have the upper hand

Don′t expect to be cut free
From the strings of destiny
Don't expect to be cut free
From the strings


Taste the revolution on your lips
As the world economy watches you slip through the cracks of time
The truth holds bittersweet responsibilities
The writing's on the wall but not cast in stone
Our culture has been whitewashed
It′s time to take it back
It starts with education based on fact
Not graphic novels scribed by the victors
Oral tradition and hope based scriptures

Don′t expect to be cut free
From the strings of destiny
Don't expect to be cut free
From the strings of destiny

With one foot on the hill this knight stands proud
Shoulders back as they gaze on the horizon
At this proud moment we get our chance
To charge the cracks, chew the flesh
Push them back until they see
We′ve cut the strings of destiny
Until we're truly free