The one who we all confide in
Sits on his throne biding our time
And we all do our bidding
Of which we have no purpose of what it all is
The one who knows what we dream in our sleep
Injects our fantasy with thoughts of fancy
And we take heed of these visions of grandeur
And we dont know where to start and how to finish
The one who makes what the future will be
Prepares our minds for a war with no end
And we train ourselves with the conquering of all land
And we will all soon fall down below the ground
