Pretending Fall

I am the master who sees it all
Just like an eagle pretending fall

And if there's nothing left of silence
Let the talk flows in
There are my angels protecting me

Madness mass coming on
Hear the master's song
I hope there's glitch of intelligence

Ray of light, sparkling truth
Bless these creatures before
Food is the reason of their existence

Complicating the natural flow of the life
Can't see why competition
Segregating an already small group of lads
While I try to maintain it

Madness mass, did you learn?
Or should I recall the effects
That there's no glitch of intelligence

Ray of light, sparkling truth
Bless these creatures before
There's no more reason for their existence