A clock-work puppet pressed An automaton neatly dressed Slim silhouette, skeleton oppressed Laughter thin and shrill Stripped hope and will Face frozen, skin of glass Hoping to pass... Dying to pass... A clock-work puppet pressed An automaton neatly dressed Slim silhouette, skeleton oppressed Laughter thin and shrill Stripped hope and will Face frozen, skin of glass Hoping to pass, dying to pass Faking each natural pose Always on the edge, composed Turn the head Hold the smile Keep it steady For a while Blink on cue Breathe in time Make the movements Look like mine Does anybody know When the imitation Becomes the whole? Faking each natural pose Always on the edge, composed Every gesture, every breath Perfectly rehearsed to death Hoping to pass Dying to pass Smile like nothing ever cracks Keep the glass behind the glass How curious? Polite and pretty Perfectly poised Every movement Over-voiced Hands in place Eyes ahead Never say What you really meant A little tilt A little grin Let them see The shape you're in They call it grace They call it control But nobody asks What happens below Turn the key Wind me tight Teach me how To look alive Pull the string I know the line Move the body Call it mine How long can a puppet Pretend It isn't hanging? Faking each natural pose Always on the edge, composed Every gesture, every breath Perfectly rehearsed to death Hoping to pass Dying to pass Smile like nothing ever cracks Keep the glass behind the glass How curious? (How curious?) How curious? (How curious?) Who put the strings Inside my hands? Who taught my mouth To understand? Who controls the heart Behind my chest? Who said the cage Was simply dressed? I felt the wire. I felt the pull. And suddenly... I wasn't still. No more pose No more pass No more hiding Behind the glass No more smile No more lie If I break Then let me break alive... I'm done faking natural poses Done pretending I'm composed Every fracture, every scar Every piece of who we are I don't need to pass I don't need to last I don't need to make you think The puppet never moves too fast.... ..No more strings... No more strings... You wanted perfect. You got curious. A clock-work puppet pressed An automaton neatly dressed Slim silhouette, skeleton Stop ...oppressed... oppressed How curious? (How curious?)
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