Verse 1
Sanity
A word that has
Lost all meaning
In a world
So lost in itself
It cares more
About selfies
Than common sense
And cares less about love
Than we do
Money spent
You best have
The bank account
And status I love
Or it's bye bye love
Good God society
What have we become
Chorus
Insane
In the brain
Is the name
Of the game
Control one
Control them all
Monkey see
Money do
We are all puppets
Me and you
Verse 2
Puppets, puppets
Everywhere
And sadly
Not a free
Thought
To think
So much desire
For one thing
But none for
Another
Our priorities
Fucked to hell
But we can't see
Or help ourselves
Know better
We no longer do
Long live the rebels
The dreamers
Yes the
Pushed aside few
Stand up my friends
For when we do
There aint nothing
About it they can
Fucking do
Chorus