Текст песни Mary Celeste - Марионитки

puppets
we always hint where are all the threads
Caged
And you look

They sleep under a blanket of dust , cigarette smoke
Ovation by law, to those who on top

I'm not stop play
I see the point in this scene

I ask

Hand confidently leads I believe I believe in this scene
You can not see it as a god , and dolls to the beat go poet
As we are similar , we have dreams like puppet thread
And we manage them , but not to tear the thread