honey take a look around-
we are all freaking clowns
flip this whole place upside down,
welcome to circus town.haven't you met me?
I'm the puppeteer
I control what you think
there's no freedom hereturn around, close your eyes,
count to ten, recite your lineshaven't you met me?
I'm the puppeteer
I control what you think
there's no freedom here.❛ ━━・❪ ❁ ❫ ・━━ ❜
I always sing this one to a weird tune in my head, but idk, I like the vibes. If I remember correctly, it's about totalitarianism. I could also see it meaning a lot of things, from abuse to mental illness.
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