2) Puppet

chadtindale

(March)

A girl on the wire hanging with her doll
She don’t see the man holding her strings at all
The vermin lord came in on a road paved in blood
Now he wants to get away while the getting’s good
He’s just looking for some puppets
But you can’t see the strings

A woman in fear confronts a man in black
Making deals in trade for something that she’ll never get back
You thought he was when he really was not
He stepped in and She stepped out
A name is all he got
She’s just looking for some puppets
But she didn’t need his strings

You may not see the man who’s holding your strings
But he’s still make you dance, he’ll still make you sing
Because the puppet doesn’t know
The puppet can’t see the strings

The farborn are playing on their death harps
The lotus is a flower but the petals are sharp
But when the stem is gone they must fear their own wrath
They must recall before they fall upon the red path
They’re all just puppets
And we’re all on the strings

The Man in the Mirror has a price you’ll pay
The Box could be the answer but he’s got more to say
The game of chess begins but the Pawns are now the kings
The lizards’ foe down below, listen to the tune he sings
Though you may not see it yet, you know
You know their are some strings

You may not see the man who’s holding your strings
But he’s still make you dance, he’ll still make you sing
Because the puppet doesn’t know
The puppet can’t see the strings

The dream that you dream it will never stop
It hazes what it means, you know nothing of the drop

You may not see the man who’s holding your strings
But he’s still make you dance, he’ll still make you sing
Because the puppet doesn’t know
The puppet can’t see the strings