Puppet Parade

I punch your clock, I play a role

But every day it's the same

The party's loud, and the drinks are cold

But nothin' dulls the pain

I bite my tongue and sell the lie

Pretend that I belong

Another shot, another high, make it a double

And make it strong

No voice, no choice

You must obey

When the blood runs cold

In the plans we've made

Where the strings are pulled

And the traps are laid

Where the lies are truth

And our lives are trade

As we march in line

In a puppet parade

I ride the edge, I twist the blade

Just try to spark a flame

But all the colors start to fade

And blur into the same

They say I've got it all, yeah right

A king without a crown

But when I crash against the floor

I barely make a sound

No voice, no choice

You must obey

When the blood runs cold

In the plans we've made

Where the strings are pulled

And the traps are laid

Where the lies are truth

And our lives are trade

As we march in line

In a puppet parade

Strings tied to my back

Must smile like a hangman, I know it's an act

It's a curse tied to charade

As they dance for the crowd in the puppet parade, ow