Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore
Yet still I fall victim from syntax and 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
We've come to this agreement…
Check my vitals
The truth is vile but vital to this cause
I've been held hostage a captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity Give me something to rely on
Tell me who's pulling the strings;
Tell me who's that move for
We're all puppets;
We're 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
I've been held hostage a captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity Give me something to rely on
Tell me who's pulling the strings;
Tell me who's that you move for;
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
And the only thing left to discuss
Is the details of this armistice
We've come to this agreement
Oh, how I've been teething in light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse between
The heart and the synapse