Here stands the new man And his conception of reality In a dance of electronic images Fired into his brain It generates a tailored construction Selectively designed in captions With malicious interventions Intent by their masters Marionette You are not on your own Someone else's on control Marionette You are not on your own You'll never walk alone So, that under no circumstances He realizes the true reality Happiness is granted to him Through the tv displayed on a curtain Marionette You are not on your own Someone else's on control Marionette You are not on your own You'll never walk alone