behind the curtain wall (Remix)

[Verse 1] They wear gold masks but their eyes are dull and dead Empty heads where no true thought has ever bred Mouths that roar but nothing wise is ever said Strings pull tight from shadows where the masters tread They strut like kings but they do not know the game Voices borrowed, they have never known their name Cold and hollow, burning with a borrowed flame Feeding on the fear that keeps the world in chain [Chorus] Wooden hearts and minds of lead Walking lies that men have bred They think they rule but they are led To crush the light where hope is spread Blind giants, puppets made In the dark their debts are paid They swing the sword, they throw the shade Not knowing who the hand obeyed [Verse 2] They drink from cups that poison their own mind Sell the living to the ghosts they cannot find Call it order, call it law, but they are blind Choking every voice that dares to speak its kind They build high walls but cannot see the sky Steal the bread and wonder why the people cry Their souls are dust, they wither and they die Serving shadows that consume them by and by [Chorus] Wooden hearts and minds of lead Walking lies that men have bred They think they rule but they are led To crush the light where hope is spread Blind giants, puppets made In the dark their debts are paid They swing the sword, they throw the shade Not knowing who the hand obeyed [Bridge — Delirium / Metaphysical Shift] The threads glow thin, they shimmer in the air They think they hold the knife but they are not there Eyes without a face, a dream nobody shares They are the smoke that vanishes where the light repairs They are the shell, the hollow and the husk Walking tombs that never see the dawn’s first spark Eating the world to fill a dark that’s always dark Every word they speak is just an empty mark [Final Chorus] Wooden hearts and minds of lead Walking lies that men have bred They think they rule but they are led Until the strings are snapped and fled Blind giants, puppets made Their hollow crowns will crumble, fade For they are nothing, they are shade And the truth cannot be stayed [Outro] The strings grow slack, the mask begins to fall They see the void behind the curtain wall They were never masters, never stood tall — Just empty flesh answering a call…