i am a living doll
as plastic n hollow
as the world
spinning
now outta control.....
slaves to masters
unseen
in the shadows
monsters
devouring souls
hungry for power
see how they grow,
fat cats pulling strings
n we dance
beautiful puppets,
reaching for invisible strings....
gotta get that money,
flashes of gold
haunt the dreams
so many blindfolded,
n then us
completely helpless
screaming in the sun.....
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