[Verse 1] (urgent, gritty delivery) Staring at the puppets walking down the line Selling off their autonomy to buy some time Every single shadow wants to pull the strings Nobody remembers what the silence brings [Verse 2] (snarl, rising tension) Marching to the rhythm of a poisoned crown Waiting for the architect to tear us down Traded every vision for an empty chair Breathing in the static hanging in the air [Chorus] (intense, strained vocal attack) Can you break away from the parade? Count the hollow promises they made Tear the crown right off the golden head Choose the living or remain the dead [Guitar Solo] (screaming 70s fuzz lead, blues scale) [Verse 3] (fast, relentless drive) Blindly taking orders from a cardboard face Running in a circle just to keep the space Every little whisper turns into a chain Pouring muddy water on a dying grain [Verse 4] (gritty, maximum pressure) Now the daylight shatters on the factory floor Nobody can find the handle on the door Tied down to the wire till the fire grows Where the master wanders only ruin knows [Outro] (furious vocal bark) Cut the strings! (abrupt hard stop)
