Masters
Smelliot
Cast your vote
Your ballots on fire
There is no hope for some good to transpire
And if you choke
They won’t bat a lash
They’ll throw you to the wolves of statistics and brash
On to the next
We are just a number to the masters
A match of marionettes
Manipulated by certain disaster
No matter who’s on Congress
And if we tear this veil apart at the seams
We’d realize being controlled by puppet strings
When will we break
These puppеt strings
There is no hope whеn we all look away
There is no hope when we choose not to say
There is no hope if we turn on each other
It’s what they want and we’re giving into this insidious game
