Puppet On A String

Said he was in danger

Lost hope with twisted angles

Had a face like yours and mine

But a heart that skipped in time

Said he was too common

If only we could sell him

It makes for happy hearts

It makes for corporate whores

Are you divine?

Have you ever been?

Maybe you can stop me

Before I do something to myself

Or maybe you could...

Put my head into your chest

And my arms around your back

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me

I hate the way you trend

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance

Die alone

Your just a waste of time

Your such a waste of skin

Your just a puppet on a string

Now let me hear you sing

Failed a secret agent

The one who makes you famous

But she'll take you down with force

A patriot of course

Hes got a sense of style

A sense for our revival

But he wonders which is worse

The contract or the curse

Well I'm divided

In every segment

One for god and man to fight for

One for you and me to die for

One for land

Take my hand cause your divine

Put my head into your chest

And my hands around your neck

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me

I hate the way you trend

Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance

Die alone

Your just a waste of time

Your such a waste of skin

Your just a puppet on a string

Now let me watch you swing

Are you happy now?

Take my hand

Take my hand

Cause your divine

Your divine, your divine, your divine

I am not beautiful like you

I hate the way you look at me

I hate the way you trend

Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance

Die alone

Your just a waste of time

Your such a waste of skin

Your just a puppet on a string

Now let me watch you! SWING!

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