Where is your kingdom?

Your passion is to build, to create a perfect wold.

Name yourself the king and watch your castle rise.

Thousands come to see you to touch your fingertips.

They see you as a hero, I see all your lies.

Behind that pretty smile, and those sparkling eyes.

The monster underneath is only biding time.

Your goal is to rule, to be master of existence.

Name us all your fools, and destroy us from within.

Thousands you may have blind to your intentions.

They see you as a savior, but your kingdom is a myth.

Behind your naive back, right under your nose.

The goodness from above, will send you back below.