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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

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