lies from the tablecloth

[gilgamesh]

The system is more broken than you and I can ever know.
But you sheep, you drink and fuck and keep this charade going.
We let them rape our minds with their threats, we submit perpetual obedience.
The weak are speechless in heart and castrated in action.
The rich are careless souls who give not two hoots.

We chessmen fight in such a fragile house of cards.
Strength lies in an army, even an army of headless lemmings.
But no one can identify a single piece strong enough to lead...
A piece where we can start to wake this system up.