You pause mid and can't tell who gave the call
Your hands keep moving though you feel nothing at all
A subtle pull you never learn to fight
Tell me who's been steering you all this time
You keep chewing long after the flavor turns numb
Your hands don't listen when you tell them enough
Every choice lands just a step off the mark
Like someone's writing your moves in the dark
That voice cuts in before your thoughts can land
Finishes sentences you never planned
You call it habit, instinct, or design
But habits don't laugh when they cross every line
You beg for more like it's something you chase
Call it your hunger, but I set the taste
You hate yourself when the moment is through
So tell me, puppet, was it really you?
Was it really you?
You miss your sleep, then curse at the dawn
Your body drags like your willpower's gone
Say it's just stress, say it's part of the grind
But stress doesn't whisper commands in your mind
You reach for comfort that poisons you slow
Then act surprise when it steals what you hold
You blame your weakness, your lack of control
Convenient story to cover my right
You take what hurts like it's something you crave
Call it your hunger, but I set the taste
You hate yourself when the moment is through
So tell me puppets, was it really you?
Regret's a trick, I removed your say
You never chose any step on the way
That fragile shell that you're guarding with pride
Why does it fail you if it's truly yours inside?
You were the stage and I wrote every seed
Every desire disguised as a lead
You call it living, I call it a lie
You never chose it, you just complied