Song Of Album - "Annoyed" 02- 11 Playlist is available - Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] The gaze is fixed, capturing attention, Ears are closed in a vacuum’s tension. Isolating sounds that come from outside, We are caught on the hook, nowhere to hide. Puppets are preparing the fishing line, Jerking our thoughts by their own design. [Verse 1] In the hour when we’re searching for a way, Frantically filling the void of the day. To expand our knowledge where we didn’t succeed, Finding a refuge for our mental need. A place that is known as the "Infofield," Where the puppet’s wire is waiting, concealed. To catch us on the hook, to pull us in tight, Stretching the fishing line into the night. [Pre-Chorus] Our hands in the line — the first step. Our feet in the line — the second step. Our heads in the line — the third step. We’re Talking Puppets — echoing the master’s concept. [Chorus] Powerful hands jerking the lines, Feeding ideas for their selfish designs. Jerking the strings in the way they demand, Managing moods and the views of the land. With a snap of the fingers — friends they can be, Or dangerous dolls that walk wild and free. [Verse 2] The puppet show is everywhere, the hand is near, In our pockets, in our homes, feeding the fear. Waiting for weakness to stretch out the line, "Everyone is equal" — the puppets’ design. Follow the rhythm — no walking on your own, Without the wire, you are never alone. Mimicking gestures the puppeteer displays, Expressing the thoughts in a puppet’s haze. [Bridge] And what if we refuse to be puppets today? Then you’ll be isolated, silenced away. What if a puppet tears the strings apart? He’ll be disassembled, rebuilt from the start. Returned to the line, put back in the pack, If not — we’ll scrap him as a defect, a lack! SCRAP! [Chorus] Lines cannot pull the puppets forever, Jerk them too hard — the strings will sever. Once the last thread snaps under the weight, Of those made puppets — we decide our fate. The voice will appear, the hand will be bitten, Ending the story that they have written. Preventing the lines from stretching again! [Outro] Even after the hand has been bit, It wants to bind us, it won't ever quit. But after the puppets have broken away, They can speak the truth, come what may. Without manipulation, without any fear, The truth as it is, for everyone to hear. Don't let powerful hands take back the control, Don't let the lines imprison your soul!
