We’ve got an artificial body
Drawn emotions on the face
We won’t smile,
Staying calm and organized.
Sleeping quietly in our boxes
Working hardly in our boxes
Dreaming of a freedom
Dreaming of a feeling
Dreaming of love
You are a poor puppet
With textile stomach
With porcelain face
In the stupid lace dress
Your soft curls are all lying one to one
Your plastic eyes can see it all in the color of pale pink
There’re too many strings holding us down
There’re too many things taking our time.
We’re ruining all we’ve created
We are crushing all we’ve created
We are blasting all we’ve created
We are crushing, blasting,
blighting, foiling all we’ve created.
This house of glass is made of us
This house of pain is made of hate
This love we share is made of care
This world of hope is on the dope
I’m scared of being me
Don’t wanna know myself
Afraid of what I am
Unneeded item on the shelf.
Coming up, coming up, coming up
Coming undone.
Never more, never more
What is within I’ll bring to surface
On my face there’s secret faith
That someday I’ll get to know my soul.
Save yourself from yourself
We’ve got a little time left
You are the veiled threat
Of everything that is alive
Your future isn’t bright
You’re not a puppeteer
You’re empty puppet on the shelf.
Turned inside out.
This house of glass is made of us
This house of pain is made of hate
This love we share is made of care
This world of hope is on the dope
The rope is already about our neck
Something unknown is at our back
It might be blissfully cheerful or devastatingly sad
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Album: Fruit (2010)
