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Flying Monkeys - Folk/Singer Songwriter

Flying Monkeys - Flying Monkeys is a term used to describe individuals who act on behalf of a narcissist to manipulate, harass, or spread misinformation about a target, often enabling further abuse. ‪@WeazleTunes‬ You whisper in the shadows, they echo every lie, Your kingdom built on rumors; they spread them far and wide. You spin your silver stories, they bow and take the cue, No questions, no reflections ... just repetition of you. They wear your crown of favors, trade truth for attention, Caught up in your orbit, lost in your suspension. Flying monkeys in the air, Doing all the things we’d never dare. Feeding fire, fueling flame, Calling out our faults in your name. Flying monkeys everywhere, Lift you up and take the blame, Spinning webs so fine and tight They fly for you into the night. They chant your crafted phrases like gospel from above, Defend your warped reflections like it’s loyalty and love. They sabotage the good ones, tear down anyone who tries, Then wonder why they’re wounded when the truth finally bites. Caught between their conscience and a promise you invented, They lose themselves completely, your mind and heart defended. Flying monkeys in the air, Doing all the things we’d never dare. Feeding fire, fueling flame, Calling out our faults in your name. Flying monkeys everywhere, Lift you up and take the blame, Spinning webs so fine and tight They fly for you into the night. You toss them little treasures, then pull the strings again, A smile becomes a weapon, a compliment the chain. They think they’re on your “inside,” they think they’re in control, But you just keep them hungry while they swallow down their soul. And when the kingdom crumbles ... who will be left standing? Who will catch you when you fall, and you start demanding? Monkeys scatter; dreams unwind Leaving empty echoes in their mind. All the voices you control, Lose their meaning, lose their soul. You built your throne with stolen grace Now watch it fall without a trace. Flying monkeys in the air, Dancing to a tune I would never dare. Feeding fire, fueling flame, All the damage without shame. Flying monkeys everywhere, But empty skies are all that’s there. You carved your name in stolen light Now they fall in the silent night.