The Fall

Control is lost. But your gummint won't realize that...ever.
Control is their first, last and middle name. They live it,
breathe it and jump its bones.

Many outside of the Halls of Control do recognize the Ones
on the Inside lost. As more ousiders put the puzzle pieces
together, they'll realize chaos is here, the very thing the
controllers fear.

Nothing to do but wait for The Fall, trying not to be
underneath.