Puppets Songtext
von Fireflake

You and me, baby do you see
The strings that you attached to me?
You move my leg, you move my arm
Love remains mechanical, life has lost its charm

Your hands form an "o", my lip shapes to what you decide and
My head is tied to a turnstile to you abidin′
You move my trigger finger to my mouth
If you don't lift me up you can let me slouch

Every one of us a puppet in our own single way
Our heads made of wood and our stuffing made of hay
Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day
In the end it′s up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway
Every day you live painted in the same shades of grey
Colour is the spice you need to freshen life today
Don't let them get into your head and wake without delay


Don't point your finger or look around for anyone to blame
You know it′s true!
You think mankind will never be the same without you too?
Feel your heat, move your feet, step aside and off the grid
Laid out for you
"Soul for sale, A+ will deal again!" you hear them ballyhoo

All you feel in your hands is the handle of a gun
Never wasted a thought, do another hit-and-run
Kiss your conscience goodbye, take your life to the grave
Pulled the trigger on your mate, did you think that was brave?

Every one of us a puppet in our own single way
Our heads made of wood and our stuffing made of hay
Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day
In the end it′s up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway
Every day you live painted in the same shades of grey
Colour is the spice you need to freshen life today
Don't let them get into your head and wake without delay

Cut off your strings break free again
Open your eyes and see again
Love and feel again
Get up and shine again
Like a phoenix rise from ashes to the sky and then


Like a whirlwind storm in and fix for them
What they never could have done without you atm
It′s like 5 to 12pm
You pass a CCTV cam
No time for a telegram
Never been so late till then

You no longer are a puppet for their own selfish game
You no longer are a puppet on a string
You now managed to stand on your own feet
All that remains: a taste so bittersweet

Of a time when you were wound up like a toy
A time when you were used as their own decoy
Of a time when life did feel so wrong
Taking out their orders all day long

There are thousands of puppets in the world of today
Their heads made of wood and their stuffing made of hay
Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day
In the end it's up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway
Every day they live painted in the same shades of grey
Colour is the spice they need to freshen life today
You need to get into their heads and wake them up without delay

There are thousands of puppets in the world of today
Their heads made of wood and their stuffing made of hay
Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day
In the end it′s up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway
Every day they live painted in the same shades of grey
Colour is the spice they need to freshen life today
You need to get into their heads and wake them up without delay