We go through our lives
Never knowing what is real
As time passes by
We neglect what we think we feel
With the curtains closed
They carry out their sick sick dance ’cause
With the curtains closed they’ve buried my eyes

Come closer
We’ll stack the bodies for warmth
Our security blanket’s integrity’s compromised
It’s been picked clean of its skin

As we follow the invisible diligent worker bee
Making his way back
Down into the landslide
The conditions are perfect
Rest assured the anxiety’s high
Just lie still in the darkness
They can’t hear your cries

With your finger on the trigger
It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone
Pulled by the strings of another
Have you forgotten how to play with buried eyes

Don’t pay attention
To the beacon burning a pale red
Dimming, as aspirations will wear thin and dissapear
Like hopes born from grandeur
Our heavy hearts sink deeper
To the bottom of the bay

How dare you tug back now
Have you decided that you’ve lost your will to live
The scars on your back now
Will turn into broken neck
If you don’t turn back

Stay close now
They’ve taken away all the slack
An egregious act drawn out
While fickle desperate men maintain control

Is there anybody listening anymore?
Is there anybody left to find a cure at all?
Does anyone still care for it?


With your finger on the trigger
It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone
Pulled by the strings of another
It’s no matter that your heart feels just like stone

With your finger on the trigger
It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone
The pauper and the puppeteer
Their twisted dance plays ever on