Puppets

You've got a lot to loose
 It's delicate and there's proof
 But it's not worthy of news
 Your target is the young
 You pierce your hook through the tongue
 Reeling them in one by one
 You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
 The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
 You've got a lot to say
 But your words are a plague
 Spreading hate and washing brains
 Your proverbs are a joke
 They're only there to provoke
 You won't force them down my throat
 You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
 The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
 You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
 The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
 You've got a lot to loose
 It's delicate and there's proof
 But it's not worthy of news