Boy on a String

The marionette has your number

Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own

Dragging you conscience on the stage

And your heart gets rearranged,

And you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker

Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter

Over the way you entertain at beckon call

They don't see behind the lights or the painted background

They just like to see you fall

And you don't really mind

And you're just wasting time

And you don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string

I feel a sadness like Gapetto

Watching the life that he created run away,

Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion

And holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away

One day the curtain will not open

And all of the crowds will go away

But sometimes those strings will choke you

But until that day

No you won't really mind

And you're just wasting time

And you don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string

And you don't really mind

And you're just wasting time

And you don't feel anything

You're a boy on a string.