Puppet strings must be cut from below | |
There is no manifest destiny | |
Under the light begging for mercy | |
Poked and probed for the good of man | |
There is no more truth today | |
It washed away and no one noticed | |
But I did | |
And now I surrender | |
Under the laughing eye of someone long lost | |
Under the cold glow of purification | |
And now I surrender | |
Poked and probed for the good of man | |
There is no more truth today | |
It washed away and no one noticed | |
But I did |