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 f*cking life
They control you by the strings
They say what to make
And to feel
Now you've become exatcly what they wanted
A f*cking 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