Untitled Song

controling these marionettes

pulling the strings and i gotta say

the voices get louder

and the pills get so shorter

i cannot go and replace

blazing the marker and

raising the bar

walking down the lane

hunting for fame

i gotta say

the people dont love you they think you are fake

going the extra mile to say

rude things that make you fade

into a corner replacing everything that you made

readin into the lines

im pulling the strings

while they whisper sweet nothings

while they are picking away

king jacob will not go and say

that i am pardoned

you are not flame reardent your plain retarded

look at all the evil you cause

your just playing with butane im sorry

that you cannot go and lose fame

but i have to all gain