(Verse 1) The velvet curtain hides the wires That move his mouth and stoke his fires He wears the crown, he holds the seal But nothing in his chest is real The ink is wet on every line Written by a hand divine Or dark and deep within the hall Where shadows wait for him to fall. (Chorus) Oh, the puppet king is shaking now With beads of sweat upon his brow The strings are frayed, the wood is thin The reckoning is moving in The world is waking from the sleep Of promises he couldn't keep. (Verse 2) The whispers in the gallery Are turning into mutiny The masters pull with all their might To keep the phantom in the light But mirrors crack and truth will bleed Beyond the reach of power's greed The stage is bare, the lights are low And nowhere left for him to go. (Chorus) Oh, the puppet king is shaking now With beads of sweat upon his brow The strings are frayed, the wood is thin The reckoning is moving in The world is waking from the sleep Of promises he couldn't keep. (Outro) Snap the thread. The spell is broken. The final word Has just been spoken.
