Lyrics Men of Clay - Triddana

Men of Clay

You brought forth an army of clowns
Fit for the masses daft
It seems I’m always on the wrong side.
Three or four words that you repeat
If you ask me that’s rather bleak
In this game I play the traitor
Wave the flag, take control.
Gobble up, then go for more
March on, men of clay
Are you selves or slaves?
Don’t put strings on me
'Cause I don’t want to be
A puppet from your legion of fools
I am breaking the rules
I spit at your wind of lies,
It won’t serve to change my mind
You preach, you shriek, you’re weak
You hide it fine.
Where were they in times of war?
Are they proud they’ve missed the show?
The past, a day ago…
Look, they just forgot"
Don’t put strings on me
'Cause I don’t want to be
A puppet from your legion of fools
I am breaking the rules
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Don’t put strings on me
'Cause I don’t want to be
A puppet from your legion of fools
Don’t put strings on me
'Cause I don’t want to be
A puppet from your legion of fools
I am breaking the rules