Puppet Parade

I punch a clock, I play a role But every day it's the same The party's loud, and the drinks are cold But nothing dulls the pain I bite my tongue and sell the lie To pretend that I belong Another shot, another high Make it a double, and make it strong No voice, no choice, you must obey When the blood runs cold in the plans we've made Where the strings are pulled, and the traps are laid Where the lies are true, and our lives are trade As we march in line, in a puppet parade I ride the edge, I twist the blade Just try to spark a flame But all the colors start to fade, and blur into the same They say I've got it all, yeah, right A king without a crown But when I crash against the floor, I barely make a sound No voice, no choice, you must obey When the blood runs cold in the plans we've made Where the strings are pulled, and the traps are laid Where the lies are true, and our lives are trade As we march in line, in a puppet parade Strings, tied to my back As I smiled like a hangman, you know it's an act It's a curse, tied to charade As they dance for the crowd in a puppet parade