Everyone else is a puppet to the Puppet Master

He twists the strings as they dance faster

Lips move, but a voice unrecognized comes out

Silence breaks through, the wooden scream and shout

Unspeakable applause erupts the stage

Crowds ask the Master for a new page

Eyes close in from all around

Strings are cut as puppets fall down

A cry rings out through the night

They finally know nothing is right

With a thunderous clap all is gone

An empty field sits in twilight, holding no one