(do not) Make Their Will

Paint the streets in red Make their will Paint the streets in red Nothing is real Kill the innocents Make their will Ever question the role you fill? Your whole fucking life They control you by the strings They say what to make And to feel Now you've become exatcly what they wanted A fucking meat puppet Your convictions your dreams Do they all really mean Or someone else told you Or someone else controlled you Or someone else pulled the strings Well f*ck it you dont even know what it means