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