Puppet Songtext
von Never Ending Game

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Here′s one thing I gotta know

Who pulled the string in this little show

How did you hold us, and then regurgitate it
A world of lies born through hatred
Confined to a world
With only your own kind
Manufactured minds in
Mass assembly lines
While the jester looks down from the sky
Feeding lies lead to your demise
Now you seek your revenge
By taking their lives


Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
You live a lie
Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
Death to your kind

"God forgive me" he looks up to the sky
Begging for a chance, an end to why
Just the wrong place at the wrong time
Last witness to a six-fifths of crime
Nowhere else for a man
Leaving without a soul
Another product of a sick, dying world

Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
You live a lie
Controlled by hate for everything
Just a puppet on a string
Death to your kind

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