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There′s something I gotta know
Who pulls the strings on this little show
Are these your own thoughts, are they regurgitated
A world of lies born through hatred

Confined to a world with only your own kind
Manufactured minds in mass assembly lines

While the jester looks down from the sky
Feeding lies that lead to your demise
Now you seek your revenge
By taking
Their lives

Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
You live a lie


Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
Death to your kind

"Lord, forgive me" he looks up to the sky
Begging for a chance, an answer why
Just the wrong place at the wrong time
The last witness to a senseless crime

No remorse for a man living without a soul
Another product of a sick dying world

Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
You live a lie

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Controlled by hate for everything
(Puppet on a...)
Just a puppet on a string
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Death to your kind

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