• The strings…The strings…
    Such wonderful things…
    A tightly stretched pull
    And the discord rings
    The strings…The strings…
    Such glorious things…
    Pull a little too tight
    The puppet no longer sings

    The world is my stage to express my desire
    My forest of rage to burn through with fire
    The world is my stage to put on my show
    You all are my actors; come now, let’s go!

    The strings…The strings…
    Such wonderful things…
    A loosely held grip
    As the bond starts to sting
    The strings…The strings…
    Such glorious things…
    You’ll never be told
    What my influence brings

    You’ll do as I say as I pull this and that
    You’ll follow my whim at the drop of a hat
    You’ll silently follow without being aware
    You’ll fall to the floor, but won’t realize I’m there

    The strings…The strings…
    Such wonderful things…
    You may start to wonder
    Knowing not what it means
    The strings…The strings…
    Such glorious things…
    You may start to question
    Onto what it clings

    You gain too much knowledge and I’ll cut you loose
    You stay in the dark and I’ll loosen your noose
    You go seeking help and I’ll cut down your threads
    You all band together and off with your heads