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This is in your head

The problem in you

You got to fix it

This world is so perfect

Everything is for you

This whole playing ground

This struggle of youth

This world is so perfect

This world is for you

Keeping the distance

For everyone’s story

No shame and no glory

Maybe it’s over

Maybe I’m blind

Maybe I’m older

Maybe I’m right

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s rolling on our lives?

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s working inside?

So many fake people

So many fake trees

So much of fake love

So fake are we

These things in your head

You see plastic faces

Breaking your dreams

Meanings and fortune

Nothing is real

No blame and no deal

Pretend to be clever

While stealing for truth

The waste of your youth

Asking the question

Without any answer

Human is cancer

Maybe it’s over

Maybe I’m blind

Maybe I’m older

Maybe I’m right

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s rolling on our lives?

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s working inside?

So many fake people

So many fake trees

So much of fake love

So fake are we

So much of destruction

So happy are we

The world is on fire

No time to be free

So much of destruction

No saviour will come

The world is on fire

We don’t have any time

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s rolling on our lives?

Who’s pulling the string?

Who’s working inside?

So many fake people

So many fake trees

So much of fake love

So fake are we

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

There’s no planet B

There’s no planet B

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

We’ll need to fix this world after you

There’s no planet B

There’s no planet B