Suits and Shadows

In the shadow of power, the suits parade Their world ever bright, their debts long paid Yet the common folk whisper, eyes full of dread For in Amiri's world, fear's the daily bread [Pre-Chorus] Step in time, hear the chime, the sway of the regime All the faces fall in line, like pieces in a scheme Come on, hear the tales, of a world so grand A throne high above, Amiri's in command Yet the streets down below, tightly wound in fear A symphony of control, it's all so near But the band starts to play, to a swingin' beat La da da da da, march in the elite