Riddles

I'm half asleep, half awake. Screens have blocked the morning sky. I'm punished for someone else's mistake. Who, me? Leaders and judges trading lies. There is no bread and fish to eat. The people are making sacrifice. What is it? My little human life among the war Machine. The answer is inside the brainpan of The king. La-la, La-la. The answer's written inside the sermon's Reed. The mill is grinding anything. It seems like I can't stop this wheel. But the mill will fall inside of me. Who is he? Who is he? The end is near, but time won't heal. The south pole's moving to the north. My language is now banned to speak. What's it worth? My little human life among the war Machine. The answer is inside the brainpan of the King. La-la, La-la. The answer's written inside the sermon's Reed. La-la, La-la. The answer's written inside The sermon's reed. It's hard to feel, it's hard to see. Just let me speak out and intervene. Has anybody found the key? Who'll stand?