[Verse] Woke up with skin feeling like a stranger's coat A splash of spirits in my coffee for the greater ghost Like a Skinner pigeon, pecking at the target screen Sidequests disguised as rungs for a larger dream Compelled by a tower... it sells by the hour... Remote controlled by cowards who think they in power Bundled as an asset, portfolio of self Diluted into copies so no risk is ever felt ...Two minds, same signs, both got the itch Syncing to a theme... he says it's from a witch I think it's cybernetics taken to its final form Agree to disagree cuz neither of us see the core ...MK-ULTRA, the Manchurian and the Sculptor, puppet strings dangling as cobras ... Pavlov and operant conditioning It's not just psyops and cults... it's a different thing A broken world view given miracles of synchrony A bag of bits playing matchmaker for the liturgy No priest behind the pulpit, just a ledger on a lag Prayers like ordnance for whoever holds the bag A backlog of orders all written in Caps Lock It's God-as-a-Service to convince a lapsed flock Torturing dissidents by coercing coincidence You'll never see God or the Devil, only fingerprints Clients need plausibly deniable violence Controlling outcomes with a pliable tyrant There's no one above it, and everybody wants it Puppets running puppets, regressing into nothing The thing we call agency is seen as vagrancy We're treated as empty vessels waiting patiently Instructions will appear without any latency Except the only fucks paying for it are the Agency [Hook] Who's pulling the string? (Nobody knows) Who's paying the bill? (Nobody shows) Who's really in charge? (Nobody's home) The séance is running alone Who's pulling the string? (Nobody knows) Who's paying the bill? (Nobody shows) Who's really in charge? (Nobody's home) The séance is running alone
