Something

Control the masses
Plagued with hassles
Engulfed in grief, hidden beneath
Lost soldier looking for war
Willing to fight, for other than might
A pawn in the game of masters
Elemental truth known only by pastors

Awoken deep in the pit of your soul
Tugging at your search
Disconnected at birth and all in line
Enforced beliefs taken in mind
If you bow your head you'll be just fine
But get too close you'll end up behind

Only going so far to be stopped at the lights
A one way system, one set of rights
Distracted with menial tasks
Never having time to ask

Who, where, why, when, how?
Where, who, when, why, how?
Struggling to think, scared to drink
Afraid of something, unable to blink