puppet masters

control me
you self-serving bastards
pull my levers, pull my strings
make me dance, make me crazy
just don’t unmake me
you self-centered pricks
you made me this way
because
you knew I would die someday
someone’s going to find you out soon
someone’s going to blow your cover
woe is the future for you then

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