Clever enough to start an argument
Yet not smart enough to understand the firmament.
Your handlers are right in front of you
Still thinking everything could be new?
They came and go
Pretending to be foes.
Behind close doors, they laugh of your arguments
While they sign documents.
They represent one body and that is not you
They belong to a different crew
Probably you already knew
But what are you going to do?
Their invisible hands control even the way you talk
As you use APPEARANCEBOOK to not see the clock.
THEIRTUBE leads you astray
As you take pictures for your INSTAFAKE during the day
Yet you are still arguing
And always targeting.