Twelfth Night - Puppets lyrics

Motive hidden - eye made of wood Nothing is evil - nothing is good Always precision - each thing in place Shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace Puppets marching, strictly in time Movement predestined, tugs on the line Pride in their engines - thought on the wane Caring unheard of - against the grain Puppets marching, hear the wind whine Gusting and howling, tugs on the line Puppets marching, told to feel fine Scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line Puppets marching, faulty design Strain overloading, fractures the line Puppets marching Puppets marching Puppets marching Puppets die