The fine line between conspiracy theory and paranoia
A light-hearted take on the old secret society theme
Thirteen dark and dread-filled days
Since I made the discovery.
Pieces falling into place
That didn't occur to me.
Bad things started happening
Ever since they knew I knew.
What sort of people
Had I become a danger to?
Now someone's following my car
And montoring my credit cards
And who are those women in the dark glasses?
Could it be the Sisters of the Stolen Stars?
(Yes it's quite possible)
Everywhere you look there's secret symbols
Hidden in plain sight.
They've already won the war
Even without a fight.
Just think about it - who knows who,
And who are they working for?
The world I thought I knew
Can't be the same any more.
I can feel them closing in,
Cutting off my oxygen.
Everywhere I go, there the are:
The sinister Sisters of the Stolen Stars
Trusting no-one takes its toll
I feel panic setting in.
I hadn't even told my girl
So I had to let her in.
The way that she reacts makes me
Realise that something's wrong.
Then one look in her eyes and I know
She's been ONE OF THEM ALL ALONG!
No-one hears my stark despair
Screamed into the empty air.
You run and you run but you don't get far
From the clutches of the Sisters of the Stolen Stars