Good Citizen

Oh, you're a Nazi, oh, you want peace

You're just a citizen, and you're still on a leash

It doesn't matter which team you choose

At the end of the game, you lose

You're just a chess piece on a board full of Vaders

Keep up the porn, keep up the chems

Keep up the war, war, war

Keep up the Reps, keep up the Dems

Giving them more, more, more

Stay silent, stay violent

Stay plugged in and divided

Cool, now let's get rid of the cash

Digital ID, and let's turn up the tax

Mr. Thiel, Mr. Anderson, they warned us with the blue pill

And they tell us before they do it in the movies like it ain't real

Billy Gates, he makes a profit off disease

Buys up all the farms and patents what we eat

Him and Pfizer got a trillion-dollar dream

You can go and depopulate the elites

So they killed Charlie, and they killed Marley

Both the Kennedys and Marilyn

They killed Dianna, and they killed Jackson

We are their legacy, this is their anthem

Stay silent, stay violent

Stay plugged in and divided

Bombs drop from heaven just like hail

Dragged your own through the mud, well done, Israel

When the altar and a ballot and the barrel shouldn't meet

Cleanse a country, kill the children, Mr. Bibi, how do you sleep?

(Mm) this is an Orwellian wet dream

Puppet strings are under threat

(Mm) burn our souls to power the machine

Puppet strings are under threat

Can kill my flesh, not my spirit, ooh

Puppet strings are under threat

Are you a wolf in a world full of sheep?

Puppet strings are under threat

BlackRock and Starmer

I have to talk about Starmer

Okay, well, sing it

Palantir watch us like hawks, and BlackRock is black to its core

Funding the digital war, Starmer like Judas on tour

Now be a good civilian

While the folks on the hill keep making billions

Keep up the porn, keep up the chems

Keep up the war, war, war

Keep up the Reps, keep up the Dems

Giving them more, more, more

Stay silent, stay violent

Stay plugged in and divided

Cool, now let's get rid of the cash

Digital ID, and let's turn up the tax

Mr. Thiel, Mr. Anderson, they warned us with the blue pill

And they tell us before they do it in the movies like it ain't real

(Mm) this is an Orwellian wet dream

(Mm) puppet strings are under threat

Burn our souls to power the machine

Puppet strings are under threat

You can kill my flesh, not my spirit, ooh

Puppet strings are under threat

Are you a wolf in a world full of sheep?

Puppet strings are under threat

(Mm) this is an Orwellian wet dream

(Mm) puppet strings are under threat

(Mm) burn our souls to power the machine

Puppet strings are under threat

Can kill my flesh, not my spirit, ooh

Puppet strings are under threat

Are you a wolf in a world full of sheep?

Puppet strings are under threat

Once you perceive what lies beneath the surface

Once you glimpse the truth behind the polite illusions

You are faced with a terrible choice

Do you speak or do you remain silent?

If you speak, you disturb the dream

If you stay silent, you disturb your soul

This is not a simple dilemma, it's an ancient tension

Between truth and belonging, between authenticity and acceptance

When you speak, when you dare to name what others deny

You risk being cast out, and not always gently