Puppet On a String
This dirty game will have your head in a spin
It'll make you believe you've committed a sin.
Stuck in a world where the truths hard to find
They play with your emotions and your mind.
People who are different you're taught to hate
Just a puppet on a string and that's your fate.
Stuck between what's right and what's wrong
You're only playing your masters song.
Waking up to the truth of the system
Only then you'll gain some wisdom.
Stepping outside the box hurts like Hell
You'll see the fire, you'll see your prison cell.
A cell with walls and bars you can't see
They're there in your mind, you have to believe me.
Stuck in a system that's designed for you to fail
The Banksters shouldn't be in charge, they need to be in jail.
While you're stuck doing what you're doing
They're deciding your fate, they're plotting your ruin.
Not everyone with money is bad
Some do it for the right reasons and for that I will always be glad.
Life isn't about how much wealth you accumulate
It's about what you do, think before it's to late.
Copyright © Bleddyn Pullen | Year Posted 2017
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