Cast your vote

Your ballots on fire

There is no hope for some good to transpire

And if you choke

They won’t bat a lash

They’ll throw you to the wolves of statistics and brash

On to the next

We are just a number to the masters

A match of marionettes

Manipulated by certain disaster

No matter who’s on Congress

And if we tear this veil apart at the seams

We’d realize being controlled by puppet strings

When will we break

These puppеt strings

There is no hope whеn we all look away

There is no hope when we choose not to say

There is no hope if we turn on each other

It’s what they want and we’re giving into this insidious game

Gatekeepers have shut the door on all of us

Masters control the history of the world