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