Puppets Lyrics
Motive hidden - eye made of wood
Nothing is evil - nothing is good
Always precision - each thing in place
Shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace
Puppets marching, strictly in time
Movement predestined, tugs on the line
Pride in their engines - thought on the wane
Caring unheard of - against the grain
Puppets marching, hear the wind whine
Gusting and howling, tugs on the line
Puppets marching, told to feel fine
Scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line
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Puppets marching, faulty design
Strain overloading, fractures the line
Puppets marching
Puppets marching
Puppets marching
Puppets die
