[Verse 1: Tombstone]
You seem to be a slave to every narrative they gave
And every social que they send at you to gauge how you behave
And every issue they say's official programming that never miss you
Mind becoming fragile like an egg protected by some tissue
They tell you what to focus on who to be be angry with
They mastering the triggers like baited hooks when they dangle it
I sit back and just take it in, and watching how you letting them win
Simpleminded puppets tied to strings and then blow in the wind
In every direction they stage a deflection and you buy it
And talk that sh** about the ones who will riot
But I have much more respect for the ones that'll show some pa**ion
To rebel against their masters instead of being so pa**ive
To remain so inactive in the face of all this tyranny
Then ramble incoherently and babble bout conspiracies
I'm doubting you believe that sh**
It's just another package sold and bought that drips stupidly from your lips
[Chorus]
I see you falling far behind but it don't mean a thing
Mindless automatons only puppets on a string
Falling for the okey dokie, taking what your master brings
Ma** hypnosis programmed thoughts like when the sirens sing