Some people get it, most people don’t
Some people will, most people won’t
Some people love, most people hate
Most people: good. Some people: great.
Maybe I’m the one who’s been mistaken after all
Maybe all this fighting’s a good reason for a wall
The more I see the more I hear the less I seem to understand
It’s almost like this world is pieced together and events are planned
Confusion is the currency they’ve built all of their kingdoms on
White homes do not host their crowns they’re places that they place a pawn
Puppets playing House is what we’re looking and we’re pointing at
And all the while he’s up there, the Old Unknown Aristocrat
We don’t even see all of the strings and pieces he commands
But he’s the one who wrote all of the things for which your flag now stands
His name: unknown. His work: unknown. He dodges notoriety
The master of this game knows this is how you mold society
Five steps ahead, he always knows which side he has to pick
Its easy when you know the things that make the people tick
This Old Unknown Aristocrat said of Earth, and all its flaws
If I control its money, I care not who makes its laws
How the World Should Work 