You sold out to the masses
Now a product of your environment
Mass production
Manican
If you could do it all over
You’d do it again
And again
Cause that’s what man can do
Cast a a spell on you
Voodoo
Make you a doll
Offer it all
With no strings attached
Then stab you in the back
Body snatch
Tie the the strings
Looks who’s pulling you
Owning you
Controlling you
You’re their puppet
And you’ve learned to love it.