PULLING THE STRINGS
I am who’s pulling the strings
Who decides what’s right
Who’s living inside the ring
Who forms an army
of white knights
I’m the master of gaslight
Who point the finger of blame
Who can erase your name
And hide it in the dark night
I’m
decide which’s the only way
Give electricity to the children of the corn
I’m decide which’s the only way
Now your fucking free will has
torn
I am who makes you need me
Who can dictates my own law
Who makes the emotions are raw
And makes you miss mother’s knee
I
am who’s feeding the dogs
Who chooses with what parts of you
The only one who knows the truth
And hide it in the dark fog
I’m decide
which’s the only way
Give electricity to the children of the corn
I’m decide which’s the only way
Now your fucking free will has torn
Welcome
to my worship
Welcome to scopaesthesia
A good man is who living dead and has got a control chip
The indolence of anesthesia
Be quiet,
I’ll see to the rest
I’m decide which’s the only way
Give electricity to the children of the corn
I’m decide which’s the only way
Now your fucking free will has torn