Original lyrics
ENWelcome 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?
