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**electric guitar intro** **Verse 1:** Sitting here staring at my phone. I’m getting so fucking sick of writing songs about you people. I’m better off by myself anyway, I’m stronger alone, Plus your words don’t line up with the seeds you’ve sown. **Pre-Chorus:** Because when there's that puppet master, loves to control, Our friends bend the knee, he pays the toll. Integrity sold, just to play your parts, Twisted friendships born from well intentioned hearts. **Chorus:** But You’re not invited to the birthday party, Bitch say it to my face, you fucking should be sorry. Ever occur the dude’s reaching through you to hurt me? Heres the thing, it doesn’t cut as deep as something like that should. You’re shooting bows at steel impervious to the wood. **pre-verse:** I won’t march in your pity parade while you claim to be real, Time wasted on lies, wearing the follower’s seal? **Verse 2:** Social mitosis, got the real ones dividing. Can’t feel connection when the ego’s always guiding. You movin’ with the wind, never still, Start a fire then dip, like it’s some kind of thrill. Chasin' validation, like that’ll fill the void, That kind loyalty crumbles and I’m just flat out annoyed. **Pre-Chorus:** He’s pulling your strings, stop push play, You’re tangled in webs that I’ve longed to evade. Others may follow, in the shadow brigade, But we don’t care about those, we aren’t easily swayed. **Chorus:** **Verse 3:** Your brother’s gone quiet, won’t pick up your call, People see through you, they’re waiting for your fall, When you’re Unfaithful to all but your manipulative friend, Loyal to him, but to her you pretend. Talking to girls when you met your wife, Playing the field abroad, while your lies cut like knives **Emotional Hook:** The Only regrets I have are the secrets you hold us too, as you fake your way. I’m incensed by the dissent you’ve created by not standing up- just fuck off, don’t stay. **Pre-Chorus:** He’s a puppet on strings, won’t hit pause, Integrity’s lost in the plans he draws. And others follow, in their shadowed brigade, But we don’t break, we won’t be played. **Chorus:** **Outro:** Pity for the puppet in the master’s hand, Your little circle jerk is hard to understand. We watch the downfall, grains of sand, Laugh, then cry, but here we stand.