The Story of Puppet

The wooden joints ache under heavy strings
A hollow dance that the silence brings
I move my limbs but not by my own will
A frozen pulse, standing perfectly still

I see the shadow cast above our heads
Caught in the tangle of invisible threads
We are the vessels, emptied and cold
Stories of puppets, waiting to unfold

Pull the wire, make me sway
In the dim light of a dying day
We have no heart, we have no choice
Only the echoes of a master's voice

The velvet stage is a cage of oak
I breathe the dust and the ancient smoke

The curtain falls but we remain
Bound by the rhythm, chained to the pain

Pull the wire, make me sway
In the dim light of a dying day
We have no heart, we have no choice
Only the echoes of a master's voice