Master of puppets

His servants, are we
so meek and obedient
this false pretense
is faltering and its about to break

lifeless eyes and meaning less smiles
are our only cries
please we silently beg
to cut these strings
which we forces to obey
every command

freedom no possibility
for these strings are always in control
mindless slaves are we
theres no hope
for the master of puppets controls all things