On Strings - Ian Erix

On top of the world

So tranquil and so still

But the lights they grow

Now into view

Back to a controlling

Manipulating game

Where they want zombies

One and the same

No confusion if not for differences

They choose destruction over acceptances

I’m changing the channel

Pulling the plug

Tired of this battle

I never understood

Like puppets we dance on strings

Disillusioned by many things

When do we open up our eyes

The future’s ours to choose what it brings

Like puppets we dance on strings

Disillusioned by many things

When do we open up our eyes

The future’s ours to choose just what it brings

On top of the world

Flying high through the air

Seems so small

And peaceful down below

But with infectious immorality

People will not let each other go

To be what they want to be, no longer submissive

It’s getting old and something’s gotta give

I’m turning the dial

Pulling the plug

Tired of the trial

I never understood

Like puppets we dance on strings

Disillusioned by many things

When do we open up our eyes

The future’s ours to choose what it brings

Like puppets we dance on strings

Disillusioned by many things

When do we open up our eyes

The future’s ours to choose just what it brings

When times too late

We question our fate

Heroes tumble one by one

Now there’s nowhere to run

We have to wake up

Before we come undone