You Can Cut the Strings

I’ve been caught out in the mists of fog descending, only spirit.
Only, spirit, could you wash away the cotton clouds tonight…
Stars part way for clouds who pour out epic tales of rain.
Only you in peace could take my hand
and wash the clouds away.
Feed my hungry mind a thought that hope lives on forever,
because right now there’s no time to change,
and wash the clouds away.
No time to change the third world when the first one’s far from perfect.

Ask a puppet’s God what mercy is,
and why pain to see is plain to see
that terror can’t be won.
Ask it why they stole the earth from souls who loved it more.
Ask it why they hide their nature,
read a few books, worship one.

I’ve been caught inside by candlelight dwindling, shy disquiet.
Shy, disquiet, would you pound away the tranquil flickering shadows…
There I stand in many parts in many walls a wraith.
Shyly slyly creeping into
another breed of faith.
Feed my hungry mind a thought that learning never dies,
because in fear we’ll ever falter in
another breed of faith.
No time to change the third world when the first one’s far from perfect.

Somewhere in a dream, I heard your disembodied voice.
I know I’ll never really live, but in this dream I had a choice
to go on thinking that I had some place to maybe change the world,
or accept that all I really now can do is spread the word.

Ask a puppet’s God what mercy is,
and why pain to see is plain to see
that terror can’t be won.
Ask it why they stole the earth from souls who loved it more.
Ask it why they hide their nature,
read a few books, worship one.

I’ve been caught here in between my half-life, understanding ghosts.
Understand, ghost, would you, that you’re not so immaterial…
They cannot take with nothing, understand,
this power’s yours to give.
Feed my hungry mind a thought that unity will not decay,
because a puppet’s voice is everyone’s,
this power’s yours to give.
No time to change the third world when the first one’s far from perfect.

Ask a puppet’s God what mercy is,
and why pain to see is plain to see
they cage the doves and break the wings.
Ask it why they stole the earth from souls who loved it more.
Ask it why they’re ruled by puppets,
when only they can cut the strings.