Puppets on a string
We're all playing along
Singing to a beat
But something feels so wrong
Caught in a web
The industry's design
Sell our souls for fame
For that moment in time
Trading in our dreams
For what they say we need
But deep inside
We're longing to be free
Caught in a bubble
Where image is a god
But who are we
When we're not on the facade?
Cameras flashing
They say it's all for us
But underneath
It's just a masquerade
No fuss
They paint us pretty
But inside we're torn
The puppeteers control
Our souls are truly worn
Echoes in the void,
Lost voices remain unheard,
Beneath the roaring cheers,
The truth still blurred.
Spinning in the spotlight,
Strings pull so tight,
Wearing masks of glitter,
Vanishing with the night.
In the quiet whispers,
When the crowd has gone,
Who will hear the silence,
When the masks are finally drawn?
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Puppets on a string
We're all playing along
Singing to a beat
But something feels so wrong
Caught in a web
The industry's design
Sell our souls for fame
For that moment in time
Trading in our dreams
For what they say we need
But deep inside
We're longing to be free
Caught in a bubble
Where image is a god
But who are we
When we're not on the facade?
Cameras flashing
They say it's all for us
But underneath
It's just a masquerade
No fuss
They paint us pretty
But inside we're torn
The puppeteers control
Our souls are truly worn
Echoes in the void,
Lost voices remain unheard,
Beneath the roaring cheers,
The truth still blurred.
Spinning in the spotlight,
Strings pull so tight,
Wearing masks of glitter,
Vanishing with the night.
In the quiet whispers,
When the crowd has gone,
Who will hear the silence,
When the masks are finally drawn?
We're all playing along
Singing to a beat
But something feels so wrong
Caught in a web
The industry's design
Sell our souls for fame
For that moment in time
Trading in our dreams
For what they say we need
But deep inside
We're longing to be free
Caught in a bubble
Where image is a god
But who are we
When we're not on the facade?
Cameras flashing
They say it's all for us
But underneath
It's just a masquerade
No fuss
They paint us pretty
But inside we're torn
The puppeteers control
Our souls are truly worn
Echoes in the void,
Lost voices remain unheard,
Beneath the roaring cheers,
The truth still blurred.
Spinning in the spotlight,
Strings pull so tight,
Wearing masks of glitter,
Vanishing with the night.
In the quiet whispers,
When the crowd has gone,
Who will hear the silence,
When the masks are finally drawn?
Writer: Thomas Koetter, Suzana Koetter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid