You always needed a distraction to help you cope with losing control

And based on lack of interaction you dictate rules disciplining all but self

How can your perfect system hang by a tiny thread

 and in an act of conformation mask all intends and claim to liberate

Ambitions denied

Ideas that fell apart in trial

Bear the errors in principle

Forever confined in circles

All blusters decline to echoes

In absence of an audience supersede goals with false hope

And as a means of persuasion claim you have found the path to salvation

Yet after all this striving you clearly paid no mind

Since there is no threat of hunters we make a sport of hunting our own kind

Ambitions denied

Ideas that fell apart in trial

Bear the errors in principle

No need for persuasion

For mouths that speak the truth

There can be no salvation

As long as units rule

Forever confined in circles

All blusters decline to echoes