Say...what?

Move those lips
Speak those words
Again...and again
Say...what?

'You know,
the sun rises in the east
for sure
but maybe, just maybe
you can try the west
They've cotton candies there
It might even rain chocolates!'

Say...what?

Do you even understand
Yourself?
You think you can work those
lies
But they can't work past
my eyes.
Your fingers betray you
They dance around like
guilty
stringed-puppets.

So, dear
Puppet Master,
Drop
The
Act

And shut up.