Something beyond me keeps pulling the strings what a strange, beautiful thing Persistent, unfaltering, like a machine I can't say how much of it am I how much of it is me
Oh, I am just a fool who wants to believe it's more than a tool Equipped with the illusion of influence, a byproduct-consciousness Captive to the ceaseless frustration, urging on the frantic expansion And it's been said, all we do we do to spread
Stimulus after stimulus leading me Holding my hand since the day i came to be
Trapped in this bottomless well, a dim ember in a boneheaded shell Destined to fade since being lit a hopeless puppet branded by fate
Set me free
Before I languish Before I perish I'll find it, the way to flourish, to sever the bounds of simple desire, free my essence, unleash my fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
