Project Pitchfork

When it comes to a contact
Sooner or later
Will you answer it?
Will you play the trader?
Will you refuse to answer?
What can you say?
Will you refuse to speak,
And simply obey?
The intensity will grow
When you receive the call
Not to see means not to feel
Not to be at all
Go into this world
Leave it all behind
You are the king
Among the blind
There's more to be,
Than what you see
And even when you die
At least you've been free
Your place will always be here
Even when you're gone
Your seat will always be free
Just wait and see
Always in motion
Like it is a game
You are a creator
But what is your name?
You're one and a billion
So what can I say
All tries to contact you
Are leading astray
They suffered in silence
Still calling for help
But where can they find it
When you're playing the whelp