Twelfth Night – Puppets lyrics

motive hidden - eye made of wood
nothing is evil - nothing is good
always precision - each thing in place
shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace

puppets marching, strictly in time
movement predestined, tugs on the line

pride in their engines - thought on the wane
caring unheard of - against the grain

puppets marching, hear the wind whine
gusting and howling, tugs on the line

puppets marching, told to feel fine
scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line

puppets marching, faulty design
strain overloading, fractures the line

puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets die