The Hidden Hand

Hidden hand, hidden force in command

Doesn't have a brain but they say he has a plan

Unknown, unseen, behind the scenes

The cause behind the laws that affect you and me

He's the abstraction that provides the distraction

That dulls the will to settle for inaction

That lulls the mind to sleep like a child counting sheep

Keeps the angels in the heavens and the dragons in the deep

Who will provide, the Hidden Hand

Who would decide, the Hidden Hand

Who could deny the Hidden Hand

Who pulls the strings, the Hidden Hand

Oversees everything, the Hidden Hand

Who could override the Hidden Hand

The hidden hand has no tears to flow

No heart guides the hand that wields control

Over the fate of states, the lives of men

To make his end their means and his means their end

He's the locomotive that supplies the motive

who divides the flock between the lost and chosen

Who decides who the accident of birth

Will leave out in the dark or inherit the earth

The hidden hand is the ghost of the age

The hand that holds the pen that writes the lines on the page

That holds the scripts and directs the play

That waves the actors on and off the stage

Some call him progress, others predestination

Some class struggle, others supply and demand

Some say providence, others say evolution

By any name, it is all the same

Call him any name

You know it is all the same