Wounded World - Mission Of Burma

I’m a puppet, you’re a puppet too

A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints

Once you were on my side

But I will make you wish that I had died

I had died

I had died

I had died

I had died

Wounded

Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah

The machines we have built for the end

Another year, another friend or foe

Burn their cities, scorch the earth below

The times have changed and so too have our needs

This time it’s you on which the fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Wounded

If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah

When your friends are enemies, you’ll be sold

Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah

The machines we have built for the end

Wounded

World

Wounded