Propaganda.

I am but a lonely soul
But souls are for the faithful
Stricken red among the white
I am not controlled.

See me now see me here
Leave me to my fate
I will live this life of mine
A life without debate.

Tricked by you and tricked by me
I see what I will be
I will live this life like clay
Moulded day by day.

See me do and see me be
Leave me to this mind
Preach towards the hollow wall
For I am truly blind.