I punch your clock, I play a role
But everyday it's the same
The party's loud, and the drinks are cold
But nothing dulls the pain
I bite my tongue and sell the lie
Pretend that I belong
Another shot another high, make it a double
And make it strong

No voice, no choice
You must obey

When the blood runs cold
In the plans we've made
Where the strings are pulled
And the traps are laid
Where the lies are truth
And our lives are trade
As we march in line
In a puppet parade

I ride the edge, I twist the blade
Just try to spark a flame
But all the colors start to fade
And blur into the same
They say I've got it all, yeah right
A king without a crown
But when I crash against the floor
I barely make a sound

No voice, no choice
You must obey

When the blood runs cold
In the plans we've made
Where the strings are pulled
And the traps are laid
Where the lies are truth
And our lives are trade
As we march in line
In a puppet parade

Strings, tied to my back
Must smile like a hangman, I know it's an act
It's a curse, tied to charade
As they dance for the crowd, in the puppet parade