Just Another Marionette

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 ill 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.