Idolising you
Crying tears for you
As you lay there
Buried in your casket
Parading on your grave
Worshipping your fame
These puppet masters
Never give you the time and day
They treated you like a slave
With their whips and chains
As they constantly find the negative in the positive within you
They never got to know the true you
As they make a fortune of your fame for their financial gain
Now there is no one to blame
As you pass away
Leaving them to fight over your fame
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