Songtext von MARIONETTE STRING THEORY

Welcome to the grand illusion, step inside the hall Watch the wooden pieces dancing right before they fall Got a smile painted on, tailored to perfection Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the new obsession? They pull the silver threads from up above the ceiling Commanding every movement, dictating every feeling Stand up straight, play the part, don't you make a sound But the gravity is shifting, feet are on the ground I can feel the tension in the wire Walking a tightrope over the fire They think they hold the keys to the design But the hands on the strings are no longer mine Cut the cords, watch them drop, let the curtains bleed This is the inversion of the life you thought I'd lead No more wooden heart beating to your symphony I'm ripping up the blueprint of your history Yeah, look at the puppet, he's breaking the mold Tearing down the stories that you always told (Tearing them down) The theater is empty The strings are on the floor Who are you watching When I walk out the door?