| Lying here surrounded |
| By the pieces of my life |
| Would it all be easier |
| If I lay me down to die |
| Dreams piled high |
| On the back of this broken man |
| Is this all? Born to fall? |
| Or to rise again? |
| So much pain and disillusionment |
| Everything I once felt sure about |
| We’re all lost if we don’t know |
| It’s a game that we are all playing |
| The motions of all our counterparts |
| A piece of sinister scheme |
| The puppet that’s broken has reason to smile |
| They can no longer force him to dance on their strings |
| Why shrug off the chains? If you wrap them about |
| You’ll be sunk to the bottom and drowning |
| The clockwork behind their smiles |
| Wound by hands that were made to harm |
| Just release yourself |
| Cause they can’t rape the willing |
| Or take what you have if there’s nothing else |
| Tired of life and filled with despair |
| And covered with blood from the crosses I bear |
| But I’m still standing |
| Should I make myself crawl? |
| Seems so counter to our nature |
| Accepting with grace the things we can’t change |
| But when all’s said and done and you’re wronged and decieved |
| Then it matters the most what you choose to believe |
| Should I fight against fate |
| Or should I just lay down and die? |
| Solos: Bernie, Nick |
| The puppet that’s broken has reason to smile |
| But the strings can’t contrl you if you walk away |
| No more tears of disillusionment |
| I’ll be a puppet no longer |
| The hands that I thought had held me |
| The clockwork behind their smiles |
| They’ll not have control over me |
| I’ll stand up and leave them behind |
| Just release yourself |
| Cause they can’t rape the willing |
| Or take what you have if there’s nothing else |
| Tired of life and filled with despair |
| And covered with blood from the crosses that I bear |
| But I’m still standing |
| Should I make myself crawl? |
| Just release yourself |
| From the scars you inflict on yourself |
| When you’re wounded by no one else |
| Rise above pain, move past my despair |
| And put down the cross that I’ve made myself bear |
| Now I’m still standing |
| And I’m not gonna crawl |