Lyric

In a sterile frame of time

Staring at a torn-up photograph

Crowds with empty hollow eyes

Left or right, I lose my path

Scripted dreams I never chose

Ask my heart what I want the most

But the answer’s “No” I’m lost within my ghost

Like a puppet hanging on the strings

My mind and self are vanishing

If I’m a sad clown, that’s still okay

Not just drifting like a thrown-away slave, ah

Trapped between the selfish hours

Burning all the memories I owned

In the void of careless crowds

Up or down, nowhere to go

A future set without my voice

Ask my soul what I want in life

But the answer’s “No” where am I tonight?

In these threads that tie me down each day

My feelings fade, just slip away

If I’m just held, that’s still okay

Not a broken toy that’s tossed away, ah

If I could cut the strings they pull on me

Maybe I could grow a pair of wings

Finally breathe… finally free

In these threads that tie me down each day

My feelings fade, just slip away

If I’m just held, that’s still okay

Not a broken toy they throw away

Like a puppet hanging on the strings

My mind and self are vanishing

If I’m a sad clown, that’s still okay

Not just drifting like a slave to fate, ah…