Puppets dancing on the stage
Laughter sorrow, and then there's pain
There's a glare in my eyes
Circus clowns in a disguise
The ringmaster pulls my strings
Knowing that tomorrow, I'll break free
I refuse to be a slave
To conform, to conformity
Someone ripped out my intestines
I never thought, we'd come so empty
I'm always torn, then stitched at the knees
Here's my rage, my rage, for reality
For my reality, for my reality
Someone ripped out my intestines
I never thought, we'd come so empty
I'm always torn, then stitched at the knees
Here's my rage, my rage, for reality
Here's my rage
