People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in
me to buy it Goodbye Mr A You promised that you'd love us But you knew too much Goodbye Mr A You had all the answers but no human touch If life is
I hate my work, but I'm in control I'm fearless now, but it cost my soul Save yourselves, the moon is full Under its power, gravitational pull Blood
of the human race You want to be a good boy But you couldn't stand the taste Blame Simon 'Cuz he said You've got two lives down And one life left Blame
Put up your barricades There's money to be made Continue your charade Money to be made What you're asking for means the world to me You draw close as
The truth be told, the truth be told I'm worried what the future holds, the future holds I'm starting to worry about Ray The truth be told, the truth
I saw a fox by the rabbit hole You saw a prince from a fairy tale He promised that he'd watch over you Turned out to be the fox we all knew If I've got
You got out the wrong side of bed and liked it, The only love you get is unrequited, mourning monday all week longs not healthy, but being happy's only
I suppose Made enough mistakes Between two of us to sing this thing We're still clinging on for life Made enough mistakes Between two of us to sing this thing We're still clinging on for life
wrong foot, The trick to life is not to get too attached to it, The trick to life is not to get too attached to it, The trick to life is not to get too
Hypnotised by mirrors You should look out your window Beneath cracked panes of ice A sky's on fire Drowned by the screams of decadence A call to arms
Translation: Hoosiers. The Trick To Life.
People are puppets, held together with string. There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him, as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe
of the human race You want to be a good boy But you couldn't stand the taste Blame Simon Because he said You've got two lives down And one life left
