Hidden Forces

Blowing in from the East is a Southern crossroad guarding the line That Western wind will blow your dustbowl with you right behind Less you know the better Keep that myth alive The antihero's skull, misunderstood and redefined Another slave to the empire sees themself as a little white knight Try not to remember Hidden forces run your life We unlearn together See it on both sides "It won't get any better" Is that just a lie? With a view to kill for and the feeling of being there first Goes against what you stand for Never mind, it could always be worse Revenue religion Wherever you subscribe We make bad decisions Set ourselves on fire Funding these divisions The real targets of our ire