No strings
by Oceans Ate Alaska
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The Puppeteer has got me wrapped around his finger.
He´s pulling the strings just for fun.
Pulling the strings just for fun.
So place the blame.
I´ll be the one to face the flames.
The words were spoken, they left my lips.
Toes curled and eyes wept.
Don´t kill the messenger, he´s took control.
Don´t kill the messenger, we´re all helpless now.
The Puppeteer has got me
wrapped around his finger
and he´s pulling the strings,
yeah he´s pulling the strings just for fun. (Just for fun).
If actions speak louder than words,
we´re really in for it now.
We´re all helpless now.
Just me and my conscience
thats holding you back.
This is a stitch up...
Meet your maker!
Theres not strings attached.
The Puppeteer has got me
wrapped around his finger
and he´s pulling the strings,
yeah he´s pulling the strings just for fun. (Just for fun).
Breathe deep.
Fresh air is all I need.
A little less company to think for myself.
Brake the chains, run free.
Feel the grass beneath my feet.
Evolve into what I ´ought to be.
Brake the chains, run free.
Feel the grass beneath my feet.
Evolve into what I ´ought to be...
But just remember, like father like son.
This disease runs in our blood.
He´s pulling the strings just for fun.
Pulling the strings just for fun.
So place the blame.
I´ll be the one to face the flames.
The words were spoken, they left my lips.
Toes curled and eyes wept.
Don´t kill the messenger, he´s took control.
Don´t kill the messenger, we´re all helpless now.
The Puppeteer has got me
wrapped around his finger
and he´s pulling the strings,
yeah he´s pulling the strings just for fun. (Just for fun).
If actions speak louder than words,
we´re really in for it now.
We´re all helpless now.
Just me and my conscience
thats holding you back.
This is a stitch up...
Meet your maker!
Theres not strings attached.
The Puppeteer has got me
wrapped around his finger
and he´s pulling the strings,
yeah he´s pulling the strings just for fun. (Just for fun).
Breathe deep.
Fresh air is all I need.
A little less company to think for myself.
Brake the chains, run free.
Feel the grass beneath my feet.
Evolve into what I ´ought to be.
Brake the chains, run free.
Feel the grass beneath my feet.
Evolve into what I ´ought to be...
But just remember, like father like son.
This disease runs in our blood.