[Verse 1] Who writes the footsteps that I leave behind? Who paints tomorrow before I open my eyes? Every coincidence feels too precise... Like invisible hands are rolling the dice. I pull so hard against the thread, Yet somehow end up where I'm led. [Pre-Chorus] Every whisper... every breath... Every birth... every death... [Chorus] Who's the puppeteer? Who's pulling all the strings? Who decides the rise... Who decides the fall of kings? Is it written in the stars? Buried somewhere in my veins? Or is someone smiling softly... While they orchestrate the pain? Tell me... Who's the puppeteer? [Verse 2] I hear the echoes in the quiet rooms. Shadows dancing to an unheard tune. Faces pass like actors on a stage, Reading words they've spoken every age. Am I choosing where I stand... Or following another's hand? [Pre-Chorus] Every question... every scar... Who we are... what we are... [Chorus] Who's the puppeteer? Who's pulling all the strings? Who decides the spark... Before the universe can sing? Are we fragments of a dream? Tiny ripples in a sea? Or are we simply hands... Controlling one another endlessly? Tell me... Who's the puppeteer? [Bridge] Maybe no one wears the crown. Maybe every thread loops back around. Maybe I'm the hand I fear... Or maybe... Someone's standing far beyond the stars... Watching every move we make. [Final Chorus] Who's the puppeteer? Who's hidden from our sight? Who's whispering the answers... Only after every fight? If I cut every string... Would I finally become free? Or would another pair of hands... Be waiting there to pull on me? [Outro] I keep looking to the heavens... Looking deep beneath the sea... Searching every face I know... For the one... Who pulls... The strings.
