[Verse 1] Creeping through the alleys, they say I'm marionette, Tied to the game, yeah, a gambler's silhouette. Winds of fate blowing, I sway but never fall, Dancing to the rhythm of the puppet master's call. Invisible hands script the moves on this street, Every nod, every bow, every fake, every beat. Laugh at the irony, the joke's bitter taste, A free mind in chains, life's a theatrical waste. [Pre-Chorus] Trapped in a play where I never asked for a part, Ink bleeds from my pen but it flows from their heart. [Chorus] Life on wires, life with no control (no control), Puppeteering around like I'm just a doll, Strings attached, pulling at my soul (at my soul), Every step I take, they just roll the scroll. [Verse 2] Step by step, they direct, I follow without fail, A life on loops, like a twisted fairy tale. Each laugh a cue, every tear a well-timed drop, A marionette star in a cosmic puppet shop. Who holds the strings? Maybe fate, maybe a ghost, Dictating each scene, host to a spectral host. Crack a dark smile, for the irony's rich, A puppet who knows he's stitched, oh what a glitch. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes of freedom in a cage so surreal, Dancing on lines they define as ideal. [Chorus] Life on wires, life with no control (no cont [Verse 2] Step by step, they direct, I follow without fail, A life on loops, like a twisted fairy tale. Each laugh a cue, every tear a well-timed drop, A marionette star in a cosmic puppet shop. Who holds the strings? Maybe fate, maybe a ghost, Dictating each scene, host to a spectral host. Crack a dark smile, for the irony's rich, A puppet who knows he's stitched, oh what a glitch. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes of freedom in a cage so surreal, Dancing on lines they define as ideal. [Chorus] Life on wires, life with no control (no cont Strings attached, pulling at my soul (at my soul), Every step I take, they just roll the scroll. [Bridge] Cut the cords, let the pieces fall, Fragments of a script I never chose to install. Burn the pages, let the ashes fly, A puppet's rebellion, to live or to die. [Break] [Chorus] Life on wires, life with no control (no control), Puppeteering around like I'm just a doll, Strings attached, pulling at my soul (at my soul), Every step I take, they just roll the scroll. [Outro] So here I stand, no strings, my own control, Crafting the next act, I reclaim my role. Dark is the stage, but clear is my goal, To tear off the script and free my soul. [End] [Verse, Loud] So here I stand, no strings, my own control, Crafting the next act, I reclaim my role. Dark is the stage, but clear is my goal, To tear off the script and free my soul. [End]
