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I punch a clock, I play a role

But every day it's the same

The party's loud, and the drinks are cold

But nothing dulls the pain

I bite my tongue and sell the lie

To 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 true, 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 true, and our lives are trade

As we march in line, in a puppet parade

Strings, tied to my back

As I smiled like a hangman, you know it's an act

It's a curse, tied to charade

As they dance for the crowd in a puppet parade