Puppet Parade

I punch your clock, I play a role But every day it's the same The party's loud, and the drinks are cold But nothin' dulls the pain I bite my tongue and sell the lie Pretend that I belong Another shot, another high, make it a double And make it strong No voice, no choice You must obey When the blood runs cold In the plans we've made Where the strings are pulled And the traps are laid Where the lies are truth And our lives are trade As we march in line In a puppet parade I ride the edge, I twist the blade Just try to spark a flame But all the colors start to fade And blur into the same They say I've got it all, yeah right A king without a crown But when I crash against the floor I barely make a sound No voice, no choice You must obey When the blood runs cold In the plans we've made Where the strings are pulled And the traps are laid Where the lies are truth And our lives are trade As we march in line In a puppet parade Strings tied to my back Must smile like a hangman, I know it's an act It's a curse tied to charade As they dance for the crowd in the puppet parade, ow