Hegel’s Bastard

Yellow turns orange, as orange turns red
In the TV's glare, messin' with my head
Strings to pull, a world to win
Where's the breaking point, the fatal sin?

Chaos by numbers, no way to rewind
A crisis in control, both real and designed
Hegel's bastards at the driving wheel
Leading us through staged chaos, a twisted ordeal

Yellow fades to orange, then deep scarlet hue
In the control room, they're playing with you
Pulling the strings, seeking to find
Where the world shatters, where chaos unwinds

Live on thе scene, but arrival's a tomb
Collision course sеt, no hope to resume
Orwell's child, a heady creation
Unrestrained mind games, a wild aberration

False hopes, false conclusions, they serve
Immune from the truth that humans deserve
Leaders with power, conviction in their stance
Six o'clock executions, a macabre dance

Give me a foe, vague and unclear
I'll fight to the end, no trace of fear
Controlled crisis, reality's blend
Hegel's bastards steer, till the very end

Staged chaos performs, both imagined and real
In a world gone mad, spinning on its own wheel
Give me an enemy, a target, a strife
I'll battle forever, embracing this life