The Puppet Masters
Girard
The Puppet Masters
Verse 1:
They sit in their chairs with their suits so neat,
Talking like they’re in charge, but they’re just on repeat.
The strings pull tight, and they don’t make a sound,
It’s not their voice speaking, it’s the power that’s crowned.
Behind the curtains, they’re just a disguise,
A stage full of actors in a world full of lies.
Who’s pulling the strings? Who’s calling the shots?
It’s not the people we elected, it’s the ones in the yachts.
Chorus:
The puppet masters, they’re hiding in the wings,
They make the rules, while we dance on their strings.
We vote, we hope, but it’s all in vain,
They pull the levers, we’re just caught in the game.
Verse 2:
They smile and they promise, they wave and they stand,
But their hands are tied by invisible bands.
The corporations feed them, the foreign powers pay,
And we’re left wondering why things never change.
They speak of freedom, they speak of the will,
But their actions betray us, the air’s growing still.
They say they’re for us, but they’re for the deal,
In a world where the truth’s not what’s real.
Chorus:
The puppet masters, they’re hiding in the wings,
They make the rules, while we dance on their strings.
We vote, we hope, but it’s all in vain,
They pull the levers, we’re just caught in the game.
Bridge:
Can we break free from this tangled mess?
Are we just pawns in their game of finesse?
They sit in their towers, looking down with a grin,
While we stand in the streets, lost in the wind.
Chorus:
The puppet masters, they’re hiding in the wings,
They make the rules, while we dance on their strings.
We vote, we hope, but it’s all in vain,
They pull the levers, we’re just caught in the game.
Outro:
One day the strings might fray and snap,
But until that day, we’re trapped in the trap.
The puppet masters, they’re never far,
Guiding the show, while we wish on a star.