On top of the world
So tranquil and so still
But the lights they grow
Now into view
Back to a controlling
Manipulating game
Where they want zombies
One and the same
No confusion if not for differences
They choose destruction over acceptances
I'm changing the channel
Pulling the plug
Tired of this battle
I never understood
Like puppets we dance on strings
Disillusioned by many things
When do we open up our eyes
The future's ours to choose what it brings
Like puppets we dance on strings
Disillusioned by many things
When do we open up our eyes
The future's ours to choose just what it brings
On top of the world
Flying high through the air
Seems so small
And peaceful down below
But with infectious immorality
People will not let each other go
To be what they want to be, no longer submissive
It's getting old and something's gotta give
I'm turning the dial
Pulling the plug
Tired of the trial
I never understood
Like puppets we dance on strings
Disillusioned by many things
When do we open up our eyes
The future's ours to choose what it brings
Like puppets we dance on strings
Disillusioned by many things
When do we open up our eyes
The future's ours to choose just what it brings
When times too late
We question our fate
Heroes tumble one by one
Now there's nowhere to run
We have to wake up
Before we come undone

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