2 Dirty Puppet Masters live

The illusion of choice is all around you. Open your eyes blind consumers. Pull the lever, feed the beast, Two sides of the same dirty feast, Promises vomited, then deceased, We’re just the fools, to be appeased. Clowns on parade, masks so slick, Left or right, it’s just the same old trick, They lie, then laugh as we get sick, Every word’s a dirty trick. Shadows and echoes, they laugh and play, We’re just puppets in their twisted ballet, No real choice, just shades of gray, Dancing blind in their cruel cabaret. They scream “change,” but it’s just a joke, Extremes collide—watch the system choke, Opposites clash, then they revoke, While we drown in their smoke. Vote for the con, cheer for the crook, Both are puppets, both are hooked, Their lies are written in dirty books, We’re just pawns in their crooked looks. Shadows and echoes, they laugh and play, We’re just puppets in their twisted ballet, No real choice, just shades of gray, Dancing blind in their cruel cabaret. Pray to the void, where truth’s betrayed, Lost in the circus they’ve displayed, We’re slaves to the charade they’ve made, In shadows, our hope’s decayed. Oh, blind us to the lies they spin, Help us see we’re trapped in sin, A farce of power, a hollow din, Grant us peace—let the truth begin. Shadows and echoes, they laugh and play, We’re just puppets in their twisted ballet, No real choice, just shades of gray, Dancing blind in their cruel cabaret.