These are the weapons of mass eruption. Hidden agendas, selective deconstruction of a few that they do not trust. I see the words that they spread out daily. Distorting truth to say: “Everyone is failing except us, so you should accept this”. Their torches, they glow so you can keep yourself warm when it’s cold ’cause they want you to know that you’re welcome to the puppet show. They like to make you believe that you see red, just to make up their own collective hatred towards goals in their master plan. And so many dreams into pieces they’ve splintered, they are like snow to an emotional winter of that I wish to apply no more. Their torches, they glow so you can keep yourself warm when it’s cold ’cause they want you to know that they’ve built the only functioning road Just follow the flow, take the seeds that they’ve planted and grow, into a hopeless soul in the puppet show. You’ll turn into bricks in their growing dominions, pumped so full with their preprogrammed opinions. The propaganda is spreading it’s way. And I do believe that you want to be free, so please, may you not at all believe me in this, the self-referential song. The self-referential song. Just so you know that you are all so welcome to the puppet show.