Left , right, left
Cogs in a wheel
Don’t think, don’t feel
Unless I need you to feel
To manipulate your emotions
Create foolish notions
Giving me tighter reign
Of those puppet strings
Don’t do a thing
Unless I say so
Be a good soldier
Be a good robot.
March in place
I will tell your place
In this world
In this game
In my scheme
Costs you everything
Don’t cost me a thing
Stabbing Windmills 