Standard (EADGBE)
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore.
Yet still I fall victim from syntax omitted.
Just shy of something I could understand.
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid off parts.
And the only thing left to discuss
Is the details of this armistice.
Weve come to this agreement
Check my vitals.
The truth is vile but vital to this cause.
Ive been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.
Give me gravity, give me clarity. Give me something to rely
on.
Tell me whos pulling the strings;
Tell me whos that move for.
Were all puppets;
Were all marionettes.
Were all puppets;
Were all marionettes.
These body parts of plans.
Passed by my hands, my hands shake through handshakes
Forsaken by my limbs.
My limbs sing the hymns, the hymns of a tyrant
In a crumbling pantheon
As inhabitants will raise their fists and bid him disarm.
Check my vitals.
The truth is vile but vital to this cause.
Ive been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.
Give me gravity, give me clarity. Give me something to rely
on.
Tell me whos pulling the strings;
Tell me whos that you move for;
Were all puppets
Were all marionettes.
And the only thing left to discuss
Is the details of this armistice.
Weve come to this agreement
Oh, how Ive been teething in light of your misleading.
Youve caused this collapse between
The heart and the synapse.