Fi-D - Season Of Puppets

Where was the time when you call out my name an you cut up millions of words, hey
Put them in order from back to the front now you call em' a beautiful change, mate
Hit em' left
Hit em' right
Tell me how you sleep at night
Weaken Weaken
Weaken weaken
Wishing on the stars for suitable demises
I'm praying to the lord "oh please do keep dividing"
You people are disgusting the way you spread your lies
My life is not a pamphlet handed out to other guys
Wake up
Do you see them
Thousands of people telling me I committed treason
What reason?
Reasons do they have to manipulate my life and push it under the rag
Fuck the rag shit
Have the fucking facts bitch
This ain't no ballad I'm mr fucking fantastic
You took the words out of my mouth and twisted bat shit
Layer on layer this onion's fucking going backwards
See I
Repeat lies
That are told to me
See I
Do me I
I am the one king
See I
Do Fear I am too late be
Tears hide in big fight it's only a dream
Wake up your reality an turn on your tele
They're breaking all your rights now it's a big Armageddon
We're not fighting for some prayers against some government bombs
We're stuck playing in a game called "some white old fellas fun"

Written by:
Nathan Wright

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