Tip of the Iceberg

Because he who has nothing’s
Got nothing to lose
I’m the lit signal flare
Pushed off the edge
I got nothing to lose
Behind the drawn curtains
Behind the charade
Someone is lurking
I hear them sharpening blades
The hour’s upon us
To meet with our fate
Rise up all ye servants
Break the monster you made
What we see
What we see
What we see
Is just the tip of the iceberg
Don’t ever think
We’ll be the receivers
Get the facts straight
We are the givers
Who never question
But give to the keepers
Yes, by god
We are the pleasers
I end my life without fear
'Cause he who has nothing’s
Got nothing to lose
I’m the lit signal flare
Pushed off the edge
I got nothing to lose
What we see
What we see
What we see
Is just the tip of the iceberg