Testing The Good Of Man

Puppet strings must be cut from below

There is no manifest destiny

Under the light begging for mercy

Poked and probed for the good of man

There is no more truth today

It washed away and no one noticed

But I did

And now I surrender

Under the laughing eye of someone long lost

Under the cold glow of purification

And now I surrender

Poked and probed for the good of man

There is no more truth today

It washed away and no one noticed

But I did