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Verse 1
Puppets on strings
These are your kings
Blood thirsty savages
Bathing in the
Bloody glory

Of your sins
Orchestrated

By they themselves
For puppeteers
They don't realize
Are controlling them
Just as much
As they control us

Chorus
The food chain 
Of blame
We let keep happening
Willfully blind
To avoid responsibility
If only 
We let ourselves see the truth

Of our poison reality

Verse 2
Fuck your system

Take a stand now
Rise against 
And fight that power
Driven by greed
Hypocrisy
And the insanity
Destroying society
Take them down 
Find a way somehow
Before it's too late
And we all end up history

Chorus