[Verse 1 Tombstone] You seem to be a slave to every narrative they gave And every social que they send at you to gauge how you behave And every issue they says official programming that never miss you Mind becoming fragile like an egg protected by some tissue They tell you what to focus on who to be be angry with They mastering the triggers like baited hooks when they dangle it I sit back and just take it in, and watching how you letting them win Simpleminded puppets tied to strings and then blow in the wind In every direction they stage a deflection and you buy it And talk that shit about the ones who will riot But I have much more respect for the ones thatll show some passion To rebel against their masters instead of being so passive To remain so inactive in the face of all this tyranny Then ramble incoherently and babble bout conspiracies Im doubting you believe that shit Its just another package sold and bought that drips stupidly from your lips [Chorus] I see you falling far behind but it dont mean a thing Mindless automatons only puppets on a string Falling for the okey dokie, taking what your master brings Mass hypnosis programmed thoughts like when the sirens sing
puppet, incoherently, deflection, string, dokie