Season Of Puppets

Where was the time when you call out my name an you cut up millions of words, hey Put them in order from back to the front now you call em' a beautiful change, mate Hit em' left Hit em' right Tell me how you sleep at night Weaken Weaken Weaken weaken Wishing on the stars for suitable demises I'm praying to the lord "oh please do keep dividing" You people are disgusting the way you spread your lies My life is not a pamphlet handed out to other guys Wake up Do you see them Thousands of people telling me I committed treason What reason? Reasons do they have to manipulate my life and push it under the rag F*ck the rag shit Have the fucking facts bitch This ain't no ballad I'm mr fucking fantastic You took the words out of my mouth and twisted bat shit Layer on layer this onion's fucking going backwards See I Repeat lies That are told to me See I Do me I I am the one king See I Do Fear I am too late be Tears hide in big fight it's only a dream Wake up your reality an turn on your tele They're breaking all your rights now it's a big Armageddon We're not fighting for some prayers against some government bombs We're stuck playing in a game called "some white old fellas fun"