The
puppets on the strings
Now
they dance to the master's melody
In
their hearts they know they have lost
Putting
up painted faces hiding the truth
The
greed of power
The
wealth by easy poles
The
lives they live to enjoy
For
years they dance the puppet shows
Until
their souls are gone
Into
the puppeteer grips they belong
They
can't escape the strings
Once
shackled in they are hooked in their souls
The
puppets on the strings
They
dance with no convictions
In
their hearts they know they have lost
They
cry to be free but tomorrow a long way
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