Dead Soul Tribe - Feed, Part Ii: The Awakening lyrics

The lawyer and the banker And soldiers one by one Calculate exchanges And loading up their guns The politicians bleating In endless serenade Conduct their plans And wash their hands Of all this mess they've made I hope you don't believe them When you hear them say That everything your seeking Hides so many worlds away This is the hand that we have played This is the track that we have laid This is of what we are afraid It a mistake what we have made