Puppets

You've got a lot to loose It's delicate and there's proof But it's not worthy of news Your target is the young You pierce your hook through the tongue Reeling them in one by one You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known You've got a lot to say But your words are a plague Spreading hate and washing brains Your proverbs are a joke They're only there to provoke You won't force them down my throat You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known You've got a lot to loose It's delicate and there's proof But it's not worthy of news