Puppets
They are controlled, on a string of a lifeline they hang
They hang in the balance of another's ones soul.
They are lifeless, used, and confused
They know no freedom, nor hope.
On a string they are attached
Their body, and soul controlled
They can not be free
Don't you think their quite like you and me?
They hang in the balance of another's ones soul.
They are lifeless, used, and confused
They know no freedom, nor hope.
On a string they are attached
Their body, and soul controlled
They can not be free
Don't you think their quite like you and me?