Hanging heads make senseless sighs Empty promises with worthless bribes Apartment life on Metro lines Sounds of planes and distant strife
I am but a puppet with severed swinging strings scratched, filthy, and torn at the seams pressure on my chest, sinking, stirring, haunted by you my ghostly gues
If I had the answers for every single question Would that have made you end these wars? I tried my best.
From a script we read the scenes pointing fingers, selecting teams How were we to ever know just how shallow we could go
If I had the answers for every single question Would that have made you end these wars? And if I knew the right direction Would that have made you stay
Lose control
If I had the answers for every single question. Would that have made you end these wars? And if I knew the right direction Would that have made you stay Lose control