You are all puppets, you do as your superiors say Invisible strings sprout out of your backs And the only person unable to control anything is you Your job is to make the little ones laugh Until they're at your age, where they will learn like you And give their lives to someone else to take over Youβre all zombies, and all blind to what youβre doing, Drink up their words; of your own, you are sober But you asked for this; you signed the papers And you let the whole thing happen The entire show youβve had the scissors in your hand, But you were blinded by the attention; by the clapping