Sparks of the Tempest

The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same The difference between us is a part of the game Darkness is spreading like a spot on the sun The dead are the living in the age of the gun While everyone clamors for the justice they seek The Word is corrupted and the strong take the weak They mold you and shape you, they watch what you do The sparks of the tempest are burnin' you through Spreading like wildfire, fallin' like rain Though they may promise, they only bring pain The future is managed, and your freedom's a joke You don't know the difference as you put on the yoke The less that you know the more you fall into place A cog in the wheel, there is no soul in your face