| A man of his word, corrosive, like the promise, despicable | 
| We are his pawns to lies about the gates of paradise | 
| Closing on the new, irreplaceable | 
| Behold, he’s stacking his brick, like it’s a wall | 
| And now the world’s on fire | 
| And now the pyre draws those clouds on the sky | 
| Staining a page of history | 
| Walking the walk, killing the lights | 
| The dawn of demise | 
| You decide, who is the lord of the rings | 
| The master of puppets, burning the strings | 
| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day | 
| Who failed the most | 
| Draw a thin line to cross while making unnerving promises | 
| Leaving a state of dystopia behind | 
| You decide, who is the lord of the rings | 
| The master of puppets, burning the strings | 
| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day | 
| Who failed the most | 
| Yesterday, tomorrow seemed more like yesterday | 
| Now we long for those by gone days | 
| The known unknown is now far away | 
| Yesterday | 
| How brief the moment, we once believed | 
| The guiding hands of the ones who lead | 
| Are big enough, like they were before | 
| Are now so small… | 
| Building a maze of Penrose steps within your head | 
| And lead by example from the ivory tower and golden bed | 
| The long shadow of the money man | 
| Tantrum fits the plan — The new law of the land | 
| You decide, who is the lord of the rings | 
| The master of puppets, burning the strings | 
| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day | 
| Who failed the most | 
| You decide, who is the lord of the rings | 
| The monster-like master, burning the strings | 
| Ask yourself, when everything falls apart: | 
| Who failed the most | 
| Who failed me the most? | 
| Who failed me the most? | 
| Who failed me the most? | 
| Who failed me the most? | 
| You failed me |