hanging by strings

If i was hanging by strings
i do would the same things
just like the rest
maybe im blessed
maybe im not even present
i might be just another one
Of the propaganda selling peasents
who hold your life in their gun
plus all that ice in those bags
go straight in the hands
of the ones wearing the badge
we get up on stands
and we worship our flag
we sell our souls for the cash
we love walking around
wearing one of those masks
who doesnt say a sound
who never wants to ask
because were scared to get shot down
we say where having a blast
seeing victims of the government in our own towns
yet we hold so still
in awe of the eye
on the one dollar bill
saying "behold it is I
and for me you will kill"
i just step back and have another look
and wonder why i thought i was the crook
their just hidin it all behind one of their books
the secrets in the safe
the frequent glances all around
just by the look on your face
i could tell what had went down
just ignore all the shit that they force fed you
i know your parents might have misled you
told you not break the law son
and hold your head up with pride
becuase all the wars that won
and all the soldiers that died
the truth is hanging on by a thread
all the witnesses are already dead
like a scared pregant bitch falling over the ledge
i know it hurts to hear
from all trash they got
clogged in your ears
it might a been another gun shot
to the woman of the year
miss america is in her room dead already
such a relief her burden was way to heavy
to carry
somebody raped her
and claimed her the virgin mary
now we got this messiah on the rise
with his dick in his hands because your hypnotised
he can slay a whole nation
infinite knowledge
yet no education
behold its a trick with a good magician
its wicked im tellin you
thats what this hell will do