We put strings on our acquaintances then call them friends stringing them along like puppets.
Tightening the rope as they grow never wanting the real.
We want puppets that feel how we feel,
love what we love,
agree with every decision,
move like us and listen.
Not like us but for us more like by us,
to buy our affection by doing exactly what we want.
Puppeteers to the masses to be puppets for the masses
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