• ...Ya know, the other day I was
    sitting in my bedroom, staring out the window...
    watching all these people walk by.
    It's like some kinda sick joke;
    People think they're in the business,
    endless crowds of simple living -
    and I'm slowly losing hope...

    We're just Puppets in the Hurricane,
    nothing left for us to gain,
    rotting in the desert rain,
    can you ever feel my pain?
    The wind's blowin', cuttin' strings,
    even quiet angels sing
    of the end we're gonna bring...
    ...
    Yeah, the shrapnel fills your head,
    bloody footprints where you tread,
    When you're gone and left for dead,
    who is gonna fill your stead?

    I remember, back when I was a little kid,
    your pretty little face,
    hair of silk and smile of grace,
    took my breath away and made my heart race.

    I guess it wasn't meant to be
    murdered with your family
    by two posers, actin' street,
    stealin' money, packin' heat...

    We're just Puppets in the Hurricane,
    nothing left for us to gain,
    rotting in the desert rain,
    can you ever feel my pain?
    The wind's blowin', cuttin' strings,
    even quiet angels sing
    of the end we're gonna bring...
    ...
    Yeah, the shrapnel fills your head,
    bloody footprints where you tread,
    When you're gone and left for dead,
    who is gonna fill your stead?

    Your life was hangin' by a thread,
    Pulled a trigger, eatin' lead,
    puppet lying in the sand...
    ...
    Drowning in my misery,
    in the soil, planted seeds
    of destruction, sanity
    lost in the emotion freeze...

    We're just Puppets in the Hurricane,
    nothing left for us to gain,
    rotting in the desert rain,
    can you ever feel my pain?
    The wind's blowin', cuttin' strings,
    even quiet angels sing
    of the end we're gonna bring...
    ...
    Yeah, the shrapnel fills your head,
    bloody footprints where you tread,
    When you're gone and left for dead,
    who is gonna fill your stead?

    Every day when I wake up,
    I think of you, and them damn punks.
    Rip my life out at the seams,
    Mannequin of silent screams...

    Each and every day,
    Each and every day...
    ...
    I want to sign pathetic lives away.

    We're just Puppets in the Hurricane,
    nothing left for us to gain,
    rotting in the desert rain,
    can you ever feel my pain?
    The wind's blowin', cuttin' strings,
    even quiet angels sing
    of the end we're gonna bring...
    ...
    Yeah, the shrapnel fills your head,
    bloody footprints where you tread,
    When you're gone and left for dead,
    who is gonna fill your stead?

    My life is hanging by a thread,
    a hundred voices fill my head,
    I can't go forward,
    Can't go back, Where do I come from!?
    Where do I go!? I don't know, I'm losing track!
    My mind is under attack by this subconscious,
    ghost in the machine, maybe or not, it's here
    to SET ME FREE!
    There's no time for regrets-



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