Black as the Sky Transatlantic

Like a fool with blinders on
You view this earth ruled by kings
But what if they're puppets like you and I
And the world belongs to a few?

As they soon hit the peak, the top of a pyramid
And find themselves embracing the darkness
Sworn to silence
And the world is in order anew

Defining their ways right into your homes
With the old wicked lies
A game for the few, they tell who will live
And tell who will die
At the heart of their home
It's black as the sky

At the end of the day, they say there is no way out
No peace in sight, none leaves alive
The world is on fire
And the weapon wrangler he thrives

Can you tell who they are?
Ready to follow trails?
Go follow the money
It'll lead you right, right to the darkest pit
And a rage over all that's denied