Pull the strings… Pull the strings… Dance, little puppet — dance… Gold hands in velvet gloves Wash the blood from the halls above Smiles carved in ice-cold stone Write the laws on a banker’s throne Midnight deals behind locked doors Silver tongues sharpened for war Dressed in truth they choke and grin Selling futures, skin by skin You think they lead by fate divine? They feed you lies, you drink the wine LORD OF STRINGS Crown of cash Dance for kings Power bought LORD OF STRINGS Shadow king Puppets fall Cut the cord Billboards scream your happy truth Poison pumped into every youth Votes are ash when the money calls Freedom sold in mahogany halls Raise your fists, they raise their feast Feed the beast — you starve the least Still they preach “liberty” While locking chains on you and me You think they fight for you and mine? Your pain’s their profit bottom line LORD OF STRINGS Golden noose around the guillotine Dance for kings Rich man laughs while the poor still try Behind the curtain — look inside The crowns, the claws, the poison pride Paper thrones and steel-clad greed They write the future — you just bleed CUT — THE — STRINGS CUT — THE — STRINGS TEAR — DOWN — KINGS TEAR — DOWN — KINGS LORD OF STRINGS Your throne cracks Chains will break Fall from power LORD OF STRINGS — your kingdom’s rust and bone Burn the crown — take back the throne Puppets rise — fire in their eyes Tomorrow’s ours — the tyrant dies
