Just Another Marionette

The fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is The shortness of stride, not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this Everything starts to spin all at once If you hear something strange in my voice oh its conviction Detest my words they have no ill meaning Run your fingers back and forth over this sheet of paper So where's the heart? Its not coming through Who is this for? So where's the heart? If you hear something strange in my voice oh its conviction Detest my words they have no I'll meaning Were caught between the storms that never mattered Oh dear puppet wake up and cut the strings before the next show I believe that this is in your blood, by all means take your place, take your place Put yourself into this letter We've all had it alright We dropped the ball.